Poem "The Constant Clock "

Tell me, my willful master suspended as thou are upon the wall, why do you toll your bell?

Can you not leave me be?

Your march is swift, the drum beat quickening, and of a rhythm, which bedevils mortal man.

Can you not slow the pace?

You are the unstoppable, insatiable, commander by whom the days of mankind are scheduled and measured.

Can you not relent but a little?

Nay, I know you cannot

For a man is a momentary figure, transient and finite to you

No slowing shall there be,

There is nothing left to say

 But Adieu my master,

Adieu!


Written and published by Mark R. Day June 23, 2011 copyright June 2011 all rights reserved