So people in a class of mine were supposed to write a poem about a naturally occurring thing.
I wrote something about someone with severe brain damage.
You came so close to human, but that wasn’t quite the score
Instead what ended up happening—you died before you were born
And they were going to hold a banquet, such a morning parade
The banquet’s not getting eaten, but they hurled you flowers anyway
And it seems like such a mockery when you can’t even know their taste
And it seems like such great drudgery to…remember your face
And the pain, the pain, it’s so great because it’s fate
And even once, just once, you want to know how everything tastes
You want to know what it’s like to notice things
But the world, it melted all the things
Seen out of things once beautiful
Begin life again (they say…)
Because for them it’s easy!
And they’re still writing poems, in your honor
And they’re still sending cards, sending flowers
Gee, it’d be nice. If you knew how to smell’er
But you can’t, cause you’re the walking dead
The sun would be so great, if you could see it
This chorus should make you feel bad, but you won’t hear it
It’s just more noise…in the machine, that helps you breathe
Whatever breathing really means, down here