06-05-2015, 12:06 PM
Clockwerk
A single cog, set deep within the clock
has no concerns, shows apathy for rhyme.
It fails. Now people separate from time -
they decorate the streets with sidewalk chalk
and skip the trolley where the shuttlecock
has ceased or mock the traffic stopped like mime.
Some laugh away the lunch bell's missing chime
and lights no longer tell them not to walk.
But meter waits between the streetlight hollows -
each missing beat, a debt that must be paid.
So clockwerk minuets reform the march -
a spring transfers the strain, a brass disc follows;
the interlocking gears form a parade
and two forgotten hands reclaim the arch.
A single cog, set deep within the clock
has no concerns, shows apathy for rhyme.
It fails. Now people separate from time -
they decorate the streets with sidewalk chalk
and skip the trolley where the shuttlecock
has ceased or mock the traffic stopped like mime.
Some laugh away the lunch bell's missing chime
and lights no longer tell them not to walk.
But meter waits between the streetlight hollows -
each missing beat, a debt that must be paid.
So clockwerk minuets reform the march -
a spring transfers the strain, a brass disc follows;
the interlocking gears form a parade
and two forgotten hands reclaim the arch.

