Thank you Editor Lanning Russell of Event Horizon Magazine for publishing this poem.






Creating "Dead Clocks"

I must go back and edit "Big Questions, Little Sleep" at some point and have this poem 
introduce the book.


Dead Clocks


All the dead clocks
Stilled through the ages.

Their silence lies
Among the cacophony of busyness.
Days that continue, 
Things to be done, 
Sound and movement 
Surrounding them.

Yet they lie still,
Generations
Representing their own time, 
The back when,
The before.

And their hearts no longer tick.