Scientific materialism, a poem 2 u.
You pushed me into this dead world,
cold, naked, alone.
I had to scramble my way over high rocks
(i didn’t realise they were alive)
so sharp that my fingers bled
until i lost all of my blood and collapsed.
I was just trying to find something
more like soul. (I had to find a way to fly.)
when i got to the top i jumped back down again. (that was the only option you gave me)
and my body smashed on the rocks,
and i was left with just bone for company.
i lay in the water, (not realising you were alive too)
doubting that even i was alive.
doubting that what i am
so sure of
wasn’t real after all.
you have denied me of life:
you mean, that when i tell another human about my death
they will laugh.
so instead, i keep quiet.
and I only tell my stories
to the deer. (and he listens so gently.)
but unlike you
the deer makes so many sure and sweet promises.
so does water,
i can’t listen
and i don’t know how to believe.
but it seems that this earth
is groaning to be believed.
and i do now know
that even you are alive.
Scientific Materialism Pt 2
in response: by DoGhOUsE*
you made things cold, naked, alone
and interrogated and tortured and destroyed
by making everything separated, everything friendless and
without neighbours who might peer through their curtains
and rush out to rescue and hug and
make tea for the hurt ones their kin their friends
but i do not wish to use your methods on you
i do not wish to torture you and make you bad
you had your reasons
i wonder what you needed, what you longed for, what you dreamed of
even amidst the power games and the ways of looking
with which you stared and crushed things
i imagine you were the loneliest of all and dreamed
in the dead of night that one day you wouldn't
have to keep this up, so exhausting being the one
and so i will not return your unfriendly stare
i will gaze on you with a sad mother's eyes
nuzzle up to you with a deer's velvet lips
to whisper and kiss and
soften you and make you melt and cry
for what you have done