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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