Dead clock turns to parts;
Anguished faces,
Leering at smashed mirrors.
I think of time, ticking;
And the core, pounding.
And you; are you embarrassed?
There is never, never a word.
-s
Toronto, January 2023
Dead clock turns to parts;
Anguished faces,
Leering at smashed mirrors.
I think of time, ticking;
And the core, pounding.
And you; are you embarrassed?
There is never, never a word.
-s
Toronto, January 2023