“Listen Carefully, Time’s Ticking”

Time’s ragged ticking toward peace
To late to save those slain by Haste’s desire
To take what pieces History’s glue had not
Bound fast to Memory’s iron stake.

The Dove’s nest is disarrayed with ticket stubs
Strewn round the place where bones of
Fallen children join the rubble that
Makes up the symbol of our meaning’s home.

There once was Reason which from Superstition’s
Roots brought light into a darkened world
To show that promise can raise up fallen dreams
And furnish empty souls with Wisdom’s light.

But too soon closed with Ignorance’s curtain all
That fell from Understanding’s gate
To leave greasy shimmer over Vision’s sight
And turn what light there was once more to night.

So we each day prefer to languish, Silent
Wishing that Commercial’s promise measured us
And then gave more than Life has promised to the 
Common seed which falls before other’s feet.

Trammeled into vague oblivion far from
Man’s true vision born of pagan flame
And honed by Anger’s steel upon the
Softened flesh of vagrant spirits lost.

Dust colored  bones of fallen dreams bleached
And broken, are strewn on Fortune’s way
A bleak reminder that our Primetime life
Has little that will stand the light of day.

We are rocks wearing away beneath the constant wind
Then vanish as the sands flow beneath our feet
To find again another point of reason
When Time’s full circle once again begins.