welcome to the machine

now i am that body in that beach 

of crowded tourists

i peep into strange wet eyes ..

no one is  a friend ..

no one is warm...

now i am that grass 

in nissim ezekiel's lawn..

the machine mows 

like a giant blue whale ,

suitors to the cogs 

cluster its metal wheels;

- cold, robotic and profitable-

pawning their hearts 

and eyes 

to be its bloodless vein 

now i am that reader 

of a grimm's fairy tale..

now i am that no one 

listening to music on headphones..

now i am that unnoticed NAMELESS

passing by the star studded cafe..

the robotic elephant 

eats into the fairy's heart..

the people in the book

cross their sentinel lances in my faces,

turning me away..

 the elephant tramples 

over my head phones 

and hangs the cafe 

on a bland museum wall..

now i am that sick man wanting to die..

the machine flashes out 

an ordinance in stern meditation 

with the last drop of its ancient fountain pen

FORBIDDING EUTHANASIA 

AND CRIMINALISING SUICIDE

Reviews

[Siddhartha]

an extremely poignant piece of work...needs to be heard...as topical as today...