Clockwork Heart



I wish I had a clockwork heart
She said to me
Gears and springs and shiny things
To make it go
Teeth and wheels and tiny screws
For tick tick tock
And if it’s wrong, it’s ever wrong
A little oil
And all the wrongs turn into rights
So time can run
Never lonely walk the afternoon
No hurt and break
No bleed and die a beggar’s death
Is that not so?
A lovely shiny clockwork heart
I asked of her
Precision in its perfect ways
Swap tick for pain
Whirring counting teeth you’d take for joy
A turn of screw
And brass to hide humanity?
Exactly that.
I break my chest. Here then, child, take mine.

About suzanawylie

Suzana Wylie is the not-very-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson, because let's face it, there are lots of Susan Wilsons around, and as an author, I want readers to find ME and not the bazillions of others. I've been writing all my life - since I learned to hold a pencil anyway - and can't NOT write. Other people have to breathe to live; I have to write.
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