Timepiece
Timepiece
The hand was frozen;
reaching, stretching, aching,
trapped in the space between
one minute and the next.
Caught in that half-breath
not past, but not quite present yet.
Suspended in limbo,
silent as death.
The frozen hand was not the only
death that day.
A cracked and broken face
also told its last tale.
No winding up,
no battery power,
could reanimate this lost life.
Death is not easily denied.