A Single Image of Clock Children
( for Syria)
Flywheels enamel
with heartblood,
aortal ticks hesitate
before the dull bang
of a falling fist;
the fat knuckle
of the next hit,
tick tick the small ones,
the eaters of dust,
stone-eyed they
fall apart like lost time,
the weights that
regulate all this
are unbalanced.
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