The clock moves, desolately onwards,
weary in its heavy toil

Shelf over shelf describes
life's movements, and the
shadows of a long forgotten past.

A new arrival, proud
addition to life's archives.

Father, young and forgiving,
Mother glowing

forget

as they recount detail

the future;
the movement of the clock, and the buried
decay under innocent earth

2 May 1996, amended 1 May 2005