Time Flies
Half past one the cuckoo sings
I realise that this clock has grown wings
White and fluffy, stretched out like a bird
They flutter like tiny heartbeats
Pulsing up and down
Up and down
Tick and tock
Ten to one or is it half past three
The wings flutter violently
This sacred clock sits empty
Empty of hands and void of time
Tutting down and up
Down and up
Tock and tick
