• Lauren Goodey

Scientific materialism, a poem 2 u.


Scientific materialism:


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,

and rock,

and bone.


often,

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

with power.

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


and rest

your case.

for good.