Hearts for Machines

I know a man down on Central Drive

He sells hearts for machines

Ya, he makes them alive

Looks like an Irish

And sounds like one too

Hair like an owl; I can hear him say who

Hearts for machines

Make them light up

Hearts for machines

Even pickup trucks

He's a good man

Works his days

Likes to drink beer

He always pays

Sells hearts for machines

Hearts for machines

Gives them life

Hearts for machines

Ya, I know a man down on Central Drive

Reviews

[Kelsey Ann]

Is the man himself a machine? :) It reminds me of some "Twilight Zone" episodes, like "The Brain Center at Whipple's" or "Uncle Simon" but with a kinder sentiment :)

[iNSOMniAC]

Nice!! It makes me wonder where this man came up with such an idea...

[Jerome F Knox III pseud..]

Does man's inhumanity against other men and the environment makes him a machine? Does the hearts he places in these machines eventually makes the machine human again? After days of doing these surgeries who replenishes his heart? Rounds of beer and libations? Loved the metaphor here... Well done

[Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey]

i hope that I did not go way out in left field with my review...sometimes my shovel gets carried away and i dig too deep....

[Jqjohnson]

Not at all! When writing I feel that the reader can interpret the piece however they perceive it and that's what makes poetry so amazing.

[HeatherWoodard]

For me this poem is almost kind of sad, it's as if robots are one of us now, humanity has kind of made everything about technology and all these new inventions. Sometimes we need to appreciate nature for what it is😙
I don't know, that's just how I personally interpret it