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.
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