She saw the sign on your door
and it said you could fix it all
So she walked into a room of
mechanical parts and loose screws
broken watches and
music boxes with faded tunes.
And she thought
this is where I belong,
scattered pieces among
forgotten wind-up toys
and doorknobs and locks with no keys,
keys with no locks.
She saw the sign on your door,
and you were the last mechanic she could find,
since everyone in town
had shut out her kind.
She was a robot with coiled springs
and oil flowing like dusty tears
through her veins.
Somewhere between being made
and crashing down, she'd
lost her ability to wear her
programmed smile.
She made her way slowly through the maze
of cluttered tools and wayward pieces,
and she went to the front counter where you sat;
Opened up her steel chest.
showed you her broken heart
- she saw the sign on the door
saying you could fix it all -
so she whispered the words,
a prayer through rusted lips,
showing you the cuts
lining her wrists-
Can You?
He could.
YOU ARE READING
On Icarus Wings
Poetrybut what became of the boy whose dreams were carried on broken angel wings?
