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!