Flywheels Poems | Examples

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.