Hemlocked Heart

Tick the clock
Wind the waters
Wrap regret
And face tomorrow

The ageless statues
Crumble beneath
Swarms of locust
and hunger, deep.

From the edge
Of the forest
Watched your rise
Recounting lost time

Tick the clock
I lost my thought
To gain, barter,
Your knowledge

I know. I know. I know.

You wait for no one
Just forge ahead
With electric eccentrics
In cities and boroughs

I once wished you dead,
Or morphed or rewritten
Into another goddess,
An introverted sluggard

Who kept bright ideas
In blood splattered jars.
The idea to wither alive
A loss known to none

Of a vast land formation
Of farming, of calming
Of building and engineering
Eternity is in your hand. 

Yet you tick the clock
Wind the waters
Wrap regret
And face tomorrow