The Old Wall Clock
an old clock composed of several larger and smaller gearwheels
hung on the wall; some teeth are worn or missing therefore
the gears occlude poorly
they skid and roll unbalanced
no matter how long and how hard the clock chews ‘chronos/time’
with its mismatched jaws, its stomach upset with ‘chronos/time’ indigestion
keeps bothering him
even so, you must eat to survive, thus time occasionally goes out,
lying on the cane that became shorter by time and tide
and stretches his arm with open palm to ask alms from passersby;
he looks worn and tired but what else can he do, it’s the karma of
an isochronal pendulum alone to carry on dangling
when time is shoved in to the point of twenty-four it steps on
the delicate line between today and tomorrow, time must return
to home and tighten an uncoiled spring, which just barely pushes
time forward; then, time has to pull the lever to ring the bell relying
on a worn screw that won’t tighten any more from years of abuse
no matter whether the bell is ringing or not the man bruised from
all day long’s abuse and punishment, has no interest in the ring of
the bell but colors a picture with the colors of his choice pillowing
the pillow named uncertain tomorrow; the man seems so pathetic
the clock turns its face to avoid the miserable sight
and each time the clock turns its face
it gains a wrinkle that is deeper then the skin
it doesn’t matter whether the scene is pathetic or happy,
the matter is that i can count the time hanging on the wall,
and that i am still hanging on the wall
the wall though is partially fallen
it’s glad i am still hanging on it observing human lives
counting their times; the clock, with bit of embarrassment
caused from boasting, stays up tick-tacking all night through
Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2015
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