No ghost in the machine

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No ghost in the machine

I was told an aneurism is what caused his demise
     that day I had a friend that died

face limp
     boiled veg
chest moved precise in it's rhythm
     a charade as machine held life on a string
truth be told to the lie
     under the façade
only clockwork animated his skin

A doctor goes through the motions
     steers this latest tragedy
softly kills the family
     with rehearsed lines

many times this song has played
     remixed plight
prognosis versus prayer he has watched these fights
     mismatches endured through weary eyes
he does not feel
     countless scenes
now desensitized

Using a fingers tip
     he presses the switch
a click coincides with the blink of an eye
     chest expands
then falls for it's last time
     hearts crack
tears well
     fade to black

my memory has turned deeds to gold
     dust has settled and obscured him
and so I wonder..

I'm told all is written
     played from script
so this fate was sealed before first breath
     divine design?
life plucked at it's prime
     such things foretold
this learned truth no longer consoles

dogma

children are a blessing
said the heart lonesome
magnetised
it yearnt something
to reciprocate love

a seed lies dormant
long buried deep
beneath layers of pain
It dreams

as it sleeps

sorrow births joy
a void's always filled
A girl meets boy
dressed in sheep's wool

a child arrives glistening
Mum is wired for nurturing
the impulse kicks in
she will tend to needs

cradling
soothing
guided by a sixth sense
She pats

rejoices burps

sweet innocent redolence

children are a blessing

for a power hungry mother
her dream was derailed

by the wooly liar

He left jagged pieces

broken promises

So she steps cross the line

and embraces her scorn 

pain is repaid

with hurt

he gave
let him know how it feels

He pines for his child.

children are a blessing 

This is wishfully true

when mother is scorned
blessing mixed with curse
too