Mary Annie A. V.

The clock on the wall: 

The clock on the wall  

harboured beneath it, ants.

I discovered it, 

when after 

three years of faithful ticking 

it decided to stop.

I stood tip toe on a stool 

and picked it off the wall. 

From the black colony 

some disentangled 

and blinded me. 

As I touched the floor 

I thought 

I heard the clock tick again.

Before I knew 

It's  big steel arms  

enveloped me 

in a strong embrace,

I  choked.

The ants resumed their kissing 

and kept marching on. 

 
 La persistència de la memòria (The Persistence of Memory) -- Salvador Dali

 
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