Nicking
sniping
clicking
ticking
marking
houring
howling
we dissect the smooth undulating body of time
that would be only caressed by
memory
mood
and emotion
our instruments
our watching watches
our weapons
our clocks
everyone must have a weapon handy
we put them in our baking
our entertainment
our communication
and shackle them to our naked wrists
chests
tuck them quietly in our clothes; special pockets
with chains dangling out.
attempting to halt,
delineate
and master
time
we only stumble over the clicking chains we’ve placed on her.
This torture of time is perpetrated for our benefit
to tie our frames together,
for everything in our world to arrive
and leave
lockstepped in order,
treading over the corpse of time’s importance
elb 2005