CROWS
The Seer divines
The darkness of the warp.
Through the mist
A familiar visitation:
A murder of crows.
Waiting over fields,
In trees, on streetlamps.
A fertile imagination.
A spectre of power.
A magus alone.
And somewhere between
The detail and the whole,
An ebb and flow
Of thoughts and feelings,
And formidable self control.
DOCTOR PLACEBO
I will anaesthetise the pain.
I will relieve you of stress.
I will cut out the cancer.
I will hope for the best.
Above all else,
Of all of my duties,
It’s to help you, not hurt you.
It’s my burden to please.
I will share what I know.
I will take away your youth.
I will take on your suffering.
I will doctor the truth.
I may control you,
And cause some unease.
I walk beside Death,
But it’s my burden to please.
I will uncloak then palliate.
I will be there as you fail.
I will bandage your sores.
I will lift-up the veil.
I’m here to help others,
But I’m on my knees.
My own wounds, so painful,
Still, it’s my burden to please.
I will ligate and bind you.
I will sever your bonds.
I will quietly remind you
That one day you’ll be gone.
The pattern repeats daily:
Every person diseased.
I’m Doctor Placebo
And it’s my burden to please.
CONSPIRATOR
Come breath with me
Under this tin foil hat.
Senses stimulated
By this and that.
Mind full and mindful-
The grey matter hums.
Perception simulated,
Body paralysed and numb.
Adrenaline flowing
Wired and wired.
Matrix glitches,
Tired thoughts mired.
Down into the world,
The place that matters.
As a trusting cynic.
Spirit once again shattered.
AUTOMATIC UPGRADE
The car salesman says
'Put your left foot away,
You don't need a clutch
For the transmission to engage'
'And your left hand is free'd,
It makes it easier to steer.
Look, there's also a switch-
Turn on the radio to receive!'
And after driving awhile,
Right-brain idle, not required.
This machine has turned me
Automatic. I'm re-wired.
THE HEALER
Divisions and wounds
I'm compelled to repair.
My primary intention,
Bring opposing sides together.
Suturing with suggestion,
But first haemostasis.
Preserve the sanguine,
Optimistic nature.
A decision for change made,
Move on to the next stage:
Add some heat; inflammation.
A rememberable reaction.
In this alchemists mind,
I can see what's desired.
Next step: proliferation.
Produce offspring less stubborn.
Then after a short time
We get maturation.
Opposites connected
By the next generation.
When the healer has finished
The wounds are diminished.
But if conditions won't permit
There's dehiscence, a split.
The secondary intention
Is to be more patient.
Debride, release tension.
Opposites eventually attract.
Time heals all wounds,
Though more painful,
Unpleasant, profound.
And still the world turns.