We have dropped time,
history lies broken on the floor
the mirror of minutes
lies shattered on the floor
the egg of hours
lies splattered on the floor
the urn of epochs
lies scattered on the floor.
A shout goes out;
“Help,
someone repair time.”
All the King’s horses tried,
the King’s men tried,
the King tried.
The Queen came with a mop and a broom.
2016