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