The School Of Metaphysics

 Executioner happy to explain
How his wristwatch works
As he shadows me on the street.

I call him that because he is grim and officious
And wears black.


The clock on the church tower
Had stopped at five to eleven.

The morning newspapers had no date.

The gray building on the corner
Could've been a state pen,

And then he showed up with his watch,
Whose Gothic numerals
And the absence of hands
He wanted me to understand
Right then and there.

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