Macgyver

It starts with a call A call from his mother Sophia says, "Come quick, MacGyver's been hurt He was just on his way home from saving the world again He got jumped by some kids He went down now he's dying" So I threw on my coat and ran out the door Sped through the night to the old hospital Where the doctors said to wait so I camped in the ward Watching the clock as it hemorrhages time so slow And I've lingered here so long The air in here so cold The shallow breath so quiet The shibboleth of MacGyver laid bare Flat on a table Blackened by bruises he couldn't explain And there was nothing he could build to save himself Out of biros and blue-tack They opened up his cavities in the operating theatre But the doctors couldn't find a heart His lymph glands running motor oil His calloused fingers lie inert Their intricate ability punctured By the god-shaped hole in adolescent consciousness He couldn't build a bomb to mend the splinters of his broken heart His homemade radar couldn't find a way to make his weapons art MacGyver bleeds out all of his rationalism Isaac Newton, your lever is not long enough The Scottish enlightenment a sinking ship So I left the hospital with the bleep of life support machines a memory