The Crime of the Clock
David J Walker
Only now do I know
The name of my youth
Printed on tablets of stone
A suspicious truth
Laced in vermouth
the creative slaves
And the innocent naves
Dine alone
In the booth
Of their own design
Only now do I know
The lateness of the hour
And the power
Of the clocks opine
A chime of the truth
Or so says the sooth
Each tick and its tock
Responds to the clock
Alerting the sleuth
To its crime
Categories:
vermuth, allegory, time,
Form: Rhyme