Something for Matt (to think about)
The ones employed watched
the clock, tick, til two
slow, languid strokes.
Its glib jaw grinding, even
this passive glare in the face
intimating an intricate contention;
that it, too, must work
each day, then it dies.
the clock, tick, til two
slow, languid strokes.
Its glib jaw grinding, even
this passive glare in the face
intimating an intricate contention;
that it, too, must work
each day, then it dies.