Funeral

We wanted to stop all world’s clocks
But neighbor has to catch early local.
We give up and now we put him out
With somber aspect of funeral hush.

Son stops world clocks, in  distance.
He is cutting off all world’s phones.
He is packing up the sun and moon
From the other side of the Atlantic.

(Taking off on W. H. Auden’s poem “Stop all the clocks”)

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