Unity by Stefanie Bennett

Clocks. There are too many clocks. There
Are too few Homo sapiens
Who do not aspire to clocks.

See the mouse run. It is the machinist.
It attends the clock-arms.
In any event it’ll erode with the battery.

Attention! The clock has gone sour. She
Spat out her spring. She disrupted
The schedule of trains
                                      … The iron bird also.

What to do when the clock revolts? When
The clock family, a billion-fold climb
Down from the wall and leave it bare?

We know what we’ll do. A concentration
Camp for clocks
In peace-time’s a bore: say

What else then is our military for!

Stephanie Bennett
Stefanie Bennett has published several books of poetry, a novel & a libretto… tutored at The Institute of Modern Languages & worked with Arts Action for Peace. Of mixed ancestry [Irish/Italian/Paugussett-Shawnee] she was born in Queensland, Australia. Her latest poetry title with Walleah Press is “The Vanishing”.
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