I have seen
Even if you believe you are right, you are broken in ways you don’t know
You need fixing, but if I were to tell you so
You’d get mad at me and think I need fixing
I don’t deny
Everyone’s broken in many ways, some of them know they have a loose bolt or two
But they can never imagine how broken they really are
How many chipped edges and flat tires and dying engines they carry within
That they deny such diseases is part of the disease
I have seen; I know.
It’s an ecosystem — they always fascinate me.
Faults that need company to be conspicuous
For the individual will always believe
It’s someone else who needs fixing
Each cell knows with heart and soul the surrounding eight are in disrepair
The species knows — without each individual knowing —
The community is one big pile of junk
The repairmen need fixing, they are the most irreparable part,
And so on.
But wait, the species knows the perfect cure for this dangerous situation:
Put your tools back in your pockets, men
Let’s pretend everyone’s fixed
Incompatibilities will henceforth mean that we’re just different
Let’s put back the tools and make merry
And no one’s to say a word about this again.