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 I ran out the door
Sped through the night
To the old hospital
Where the doctors said: "Wait"
So I camped in the ward
Watching the clock as it haemorrhaging time
So slow, so slow, so slow
And I've lingered here
So long, so long, so long
The air in here
So cold, so cold, so cold
The shallow breath
So quiet, so quiet, so quiet
The shibboleth
Of MacGyver laid bare
Flat on a table
Blackened with bruises he couldn't explain
And there was nothing he could build
To save himself
Out of biros and blue-tack
Opened up his cavities
Operating theatre
Doctors couldn't find a heart
Lymph glands running motor oil
Calloused fingers lie inert
Intricate ability
Punctured by the god-shaped hole
Adolescent consciousness
He couldn't build a bomb to mend
The splinters of his broken heart
His home-made 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
Better sinking ship
So I left
The hospital
With the bleep of
Life support machines
A memory
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