short poem
clocks
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short poem clocks
by Hugh Cook


Clocks

Sitting in my hospital bed
I can hear the clocks in scalpels
Hissing, steaming,
Itching for incision.
Natural bullyworks:
Clocks.

Time is the great vivisector,
Actual, potential, ongoing:
An unavoidable
Crunch-clouter.
But I will outlast at least this hourglass.
Fingers crossed.

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Copyright © 2005 Hugh Cook

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