by G. Jack Urso
could i not move like a clock?
that stands and stares and wonders what
bearing the signs of the times
marking the passage of hours with rhymes
could i not be the
gear?
that turns the wheel that makes you hear
or the key to the spring that keeps it wound
and then unwinds and slowly slows down
could i not be a clock?
that sits and stares, but cannot talk
a timepiece that sees out of closed eyes
with hands of flesh that wither and dies
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Artwork: “Could I Not Move Like a
Clock,” by Michael A. Nieves (1994), created for this poem (author's
collection).