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
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