At the wall,  
an alarm clock hangs;
silently in between
Birth and death;


The death ward is  now *****;
Stink of chemical medicines;


At the wall,  
an alarm clock hangs;
silently in between
Birth and death


The delivery ward is clean;
Stitches and scissors
Embrace together.


At the wall,  
an alarm clock hangs;
silently in between
Birth and death


It's second's leg twisted;
still running fast between
minutes and hours
of the dry day;
the patient stops
breath; eyes frozen;
nose closed; head wrapped;
toes tightened.

The minute needle
  move like rabbits;
hours like tortoise;
days turn to black elephants;
death becomes a
mountain;
unable for burial,
the dead body
is the coffin;
the black chariot

At the wall,  
an alarm clock hangs;
silently in between
Birth and death


BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com