Saturday, October 31, 2015

Clock Mistaken for Bomb

I am the most harmless and commonplace of objects
I have neither an alarm, nor any intent to cause alarm.
I count up instead of down.
Why was I snatched from my maker’s hands
thrown into an explosion containment device
dismembered by the police investigation team?
Was it because of the way I look?
Would it not have happened
if my LEDs were green instead of red?
Should I have had a round face
with hands that travel?
Should I have tried to chime or cuckoo
fill my mouth with an alien tongue
to reassure the fearful?
What did I do wrong?

Available! High-Voltage Lines, Knocking from Inside

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