I Need Help by Edward Hirsch For all the insomniacs in the world I want to build a new kind of machine For flying out of the body at night. This will win peace prizes, I know it, But I can’t do it myself; I’m exhausted, I need help from the inventors. I admit I’m desperate, I know That the legs in my legs are trembling And the skeleton wants out of my body Because the night of the rock has fallen. I want someone to lower a huge pulley And hoist it back over the mountain Because I can’t do it alone. It is So dark out here that I’m staggering Down the street like a drunk or a cripple; I’m almost a hunchback from truing to hold up The sky by myself. The clouds are enormous And I need strength from the weight lifters. How many nights can I go on like this Without a single light from the sky: no moon, No stars, not even one dingy street lamp? I want to hold a rummage sale for the clouds And send up flashlights, matchbooks, kerosene, And old lanterns. I need bright, fiery donations. And how many nights can I go on walking Through the garden like a ghost listening To flowers gasping in the dirt—small mouths Gulping for air like tiny black asthmatics Fighting their bodies, eating the wind? I need the green thumbs of a gardener. And I need help from the judges. Tonight I want to court-martial the dark faces That flare up under the heavy grasses— So many blank moons, so many dead mouths Holding their breath in the shallow ground, Almost breathing. I have no idea why My own face is never among them, but I want to stop blaming myself for this, I want to hear the hard gavel in my chest Pounding the verdict, “loot guilty as charged,” But I can’t do this alone, I need help From the serious men in black robes. And because I can’t lift the enormous weight Of this enormous night from my shoulders I need help from the six pallbearers of sleep Who rise out of the slow, vacant shadows To hoist the body into an empty coffin. I need their help to fly out of myself.
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