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.

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