Machine Man Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Machine Man,
Lo, his head stuffed with,
The heart hollow
With the pacemakers
Set in,
The arms and the legs
Flinging
Skeletoned
And he looking like a ghost,
Bony, skinned,
Wrinkled and old,
A scarecorw
Over a construction site
Or the danger mark
With the skull and the crossed bones
Over the transformer
The skull man, the scarecrow,
The oldie
With the pacemakers set in
Walking somehow
Stepping
But without the lungs
Heartlessly, soullessly
A very harsh fellow
Talking tough
Crude and cruel
The modern man,
The machine man
Talking like machine,
Doing as a machine.

The head stuffed in,
The brain in a coma,
Memory almost gone
Unable to recognize
As has no time to think,
Talk and smile
As grins he, keeps chuckling
Using overtones, undertones to say,
Always in suspense and suspicion
Holding in disbelief it all.

The head lies it stuffed in,
The hands the tools,
The legs fitted on,
The heart lungless,
The eyes turned stone,
Emotions ran dry,
Sentiments gone
With the tears
Dried down and wiped off,
Emotionless, sentimentless
With the kidneys as filters,
The nerves as tissues or fibres.

The bust,
The head,
The torso connected
As well as disconnected
Tightened with nuts and bolts
And screws
Joined and disjoined,
Fitted and unfitted.