Time Time Time

Its dial's hand broken
the face of the clock still stares
up at the sky
in silence

I have built walls
symmetrical
boundary walls
more for myself
than neighbours

Thistles sprout
ivy
common ivy
covers all
sheltering
teeming woodlice
devouring all
in the moist
& in the dark

Crow's feet
hairs in nostrils
in ears
the skin pocked & marled
the mouth an empty pot
eyes dim
glaucous

I wouldn't blame them