apathy

you like to tell it like it is
but you tell their version
recount the blessings in your prayers
but they're in 3rd person

a waste of oxygen it seems support for only skin and bones
pretending to perceive
automotized but what you ought to know is written in your blood
the fever bleaches numb

you see it all
but the distance breaks your fall
you've seen this war
through the sky you're watching
don't seem so sore
when the power isn't yours
so wash your hands, close your eyes and go to sleep

you like prescriptions of advice
a dose of separation
sever the ties to conscious life
plug in to tv stations

a taste of freedom from the hospital, to soothe our aching heads
intravenously spoon-fed
"self reliant" screams the tyrant with denial in his heart
and the rulebook in his hands