NORTH ATLANTIC STANDARD TIME - Poem
NORTH ATLANTIC STANDARD TIME (Copyright 2012, by Dave Kiffer It shines on in this bleak world The endless tree falling silently In a forest of iron rustcicles Made not of limestone but of Metal fingers reaching out To cover the echoes of a Thousand screaming mouths Now we bring centurial light Dropping the candle two and A half miles in the bitter well Of all redeeming progress Only to find more questions Than answers to the questions We hold tighter than eternity The wood is gone and so Is the flesh that littered this Elephantine graveyard of Our fevered imaginations Only a gilded clock locked Not at 2:18 am, but at a time Stamped much, much earlier