the old man
held time in a
bell jar

it moved
neither forward
nor back

nothing, in fact, moved at all

the clocks had all stopped
on the three-quarter hour
before the third hour
of the morning
the tumbler
full of
sand
a
plug
which
would never
be opened again
in a life riddled with
the devastation wrought
by the brute force of time

so the old man
stopped its passage

he had, in fact
created a time machine

not one second escapes


DEATH


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/9/2016