once upon a time,
folks awoke to stoking the fire
with wood from the forest.
it was life and it was cold
and it was harsh in the midnight of a year.
then it dawned on them to build crude clocks with rude noises.
that was much better.
the soul, free to disconnect
from the cycling sun.
factories, free to focus
the building of the bottom line
on cold, hard, financial facts.
forget about day and night.
climb an abstract ladder of satisfaction.
they say prescription pills
can, and will, cure
all the ills from the clock.
fabulous poem. really liked it.
TogetherForPeace 2 years ago
thank you! hey, aren't you the guy that keeps saying atheism isn't anything special?
:)
Barklord 2 years ago
Btw the poem was an eloquent summary of what has happened to us in the last 200 years...Good stuff!
2bsirius 2 years ago
Thank you, Ms. Sirius. I've been revisiting a book called Time Lord about Sandford Fleming and standardized time.
Barklord 2 years ago
That does suck! I'm sure he'll be back soon.
CousinoMacul 2 years ago
false flagging is a crime!
Barklord 2 years ago