Substance

My own body defies my will as it breaks and it burns with desires of

its own

How much more am I not in control of a body like yours made of

different bone

If their fingers were small enough they would tweak each double

helix inside of you

'Til all the genes of impossible sadness were stripped of their sway

As it stands you are manic depressed that's the best they can label

the parts they can test

And its chemical fingers they use to infuse every cell with a drug

that they've blessed

As the kids in your class laugh and pass, you're amazed that they're

able to blind themselves to

The plastic and sorrow that build every castle they're in

All the markets are set in their place and the kings tucked in bed

at the head of the race

In the street in the still of the night you are suddenly free with

the wind in your face

Maybe all of this science and medicine skims past the part of you

screaming for substance

And maybe just maybe you need to get far far away