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
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).
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