The hero Hawking offered his hand
to be placed in the mouth of Wolf Time
while they bound him in a chain forged
from the death-cries of unstable atoms.
The fragile hands of clocks could not hold him.
Slime dripped from the gaping jaws
and poisoned Hawking: he rides now
in the sky-chariot of his own mind.
Wolf Time waits to be freed by the wild-
haired trickster who stole the dice of the Universe.
Wolf Time waits to devour the sun and moon.
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Wednesday, February 03, 2010
Wolf Time
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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