Jody Azzouni

Poetry

Clockwork

Originally published in Mind the Gap, 1998
Added 11/13/2017
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Clockwork

Poem | Jody's Notes

 

The clock, left to its own devices,

murders each second neatly.

 

The seconds die bloodlessly—

although ghosts temporarily tick on

wherever brains can be found.

 

Like any animal’s, the candle’s feather head

flickers despairingly over an evaporating body.

 

Stars, meanwhile, seem to rotate genially

in constellations. But, they scatter apart,

and alone: they explode, implode,

and leave as debris twisted chunks of space.

 

Nothing keeps time.