The digital clock doesn’t quite have the effect

when displacing time

as the oaken panel Grandfather clock

with gears and old fashioned Victorian

ethics that should have died at the same time

as the grieving widow…

tick, tick, tick,

all is silent elsewhere but for the slow build

up of pressure and for the briefest possible moment

the world continues spinning through the void

but then at twelve twenty and thirteen seconds

somewhere in the darkness a sun breathes

its last and goes out with the switch a light