What time is it, Mr,Clock

there was no echo to the shout
no refrains to the song
no sounds in the applause
no shouts no songs no applause

it was a walk on furrowed fields
no mines, but slithery creatures
wedged in the deep rows
waiting to be planted with sorrows

the roots of all the sighs
the cries, the gobbling sobs
of grief on the threshold of insanity
was seeded with dragon teeth

as Cadmus did
to save his sister and his soul
as mine was planted
through indifference and ignorance

it was
just a
long walk.