Friday, July 4, 2008

A Mechalife


Ticking till the batteries run dry,
With arms
Rotating faithfully till it dies,
Whose life is like a clock?

It never misses a single second
For when it does, it shall be discarded.
Whose life hangs
On rigid concrete pillars?

From a burning house,
Nobody saves the servile clock
For there are many to replace it with.

The clock ticks away,
Like a bomb that won't explode,
In the silence of the night it reigns,
Only to be drowned at the break of day.

-Elliot
An essay eluded me tonight, hence, this.

2 comments:

Mar C. said...

"The clock ticks away,
Like a bomb that won't explode,
In the silence of the night it reigns,
Only to be drowned at the break of day".. i like this line... hehe. just dropping by.

Anonymous said...

I like the word Mechalife...How were you able to coin such unique descriptions of things..smart guy huh!