Cuckoo Clock

Screen_shot_2017-12-05_at_08.50.24by Patrick Howse08 Jan 2016

The old man
fixes clocks
at the back
of a bookshop;

we're a dying
breed, he says,
without
a smile.

The weighted chains
are now working,
its returning
life insisting

the pendulum
swings, demanding
its succession
of owed seconds,

while hourly the
bird asks of me
What else?
What else?