I long for time,
extra portions,
a little wedge at no cost
I am the owner
of fragments, a dribble
of pottery pieces
I had time
on my hands and on
my side while a child
Giant jugs and plates,
and vases of time
of every colour
II
Time now is captive
Time is Daniel in the den
Time is Jonah in the belly
and my time is not my own,
or too little of it
at any rate
Whatever the rate,
time now is money
and the bulk of us
mere tools of the trade;
spanners,
working our nuts off
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