Running Out; Running Down

"All the bloody time." What I came up with. (#1)

The clock on my desk is dripping blood

the bright numerals glowing red.

 

The blood of my ancestors, dead by time

is dripping on the carpet, flowing from arteries

severed with one swipe of a cast iron hand.

 

The life of the world is running out;

running down as Father Time stares in shock.

It has saturated his murderous hands.

 

Children stop mid-cry. Birds stop mid-flight.

A rabbit lies on the side of the road, dead.

Time's run out.