Silence in the dead of night
Makes my old heart flutter.
Wish it was in a good way,
But alas it’s not.
What to do about this is the question?
For I am afraid to see the doctor
Because of what he’ll say.
That’s the price of being chicken
On this fateful day…
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The title really adds to the poem here. The artificial qualities of a man-made machine capable of bringing back humans to life through electricity in a way of defying nature and that which we have inherited (as chronic diseases) say a lot about human fate in our society. The fear the narrator experiences from seeing the doctor is also a part of that. The fear of the sudden changes in our society which can isolate an old man or woman.
Thank you for your insightful post. As I wrote the poem, my heart was fluttering and I was trying to calm it down. Blogging helps me when I get upset; actually wine does too, but that’s another story. Regards.