where time stops
where machines and tubes
beepings, flashing numbers
measure life
in lifeless pulse.
My chair once
sometimes my younger son’s
as we
waited
for one fading generation
now my firstborn’s
as he waits
for me.
where time stops
where machines and tubes
beepings, flashing numbers
measure life
in lifeless pulse.
My chair once
sometimes my younger son’s
as we
waited
for one fading generation
now my firstborn’s
as he waits
for me.