The Cyborg

Raindrops keep falling on my head Long after I think I am dead; With a chest of iron and legs of steel, I have a body I just can’t kill. Rain drops cover the gut in the bin, And I am powered by a motor within. Far cheaper than a positronic brain, Is a ‘borg with a mind hazed by pain. When the raindrops fell in my heart I rose-up and tore myself apart. They came and put me back together, And guaranteed me to last forever. Originally published: Clarke, R. (Ed) The Mentor 85, January 1995, fanzine published by Ron Clarke, Sydney, Australia, [Archival copy available online at http://efanzines.com/Mentor/TM85COMP.pdf].