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
© Michael Smith