The Watchman Poem by Abigail Pastor
The Watchman
Andrew does not see time
He sees gears and levers
In the tock, tock chime
As numbers align and trigger
Loud hammer strokes.
If it's broken he'll open
Up time's backing, inspecting
Each piece, examining each part
Moving and reworking
Then perfectly re-stacking
Each part and piece in oil
And grease. His toil
Takes a long time.
But he is satisfied
In the tock, tock chime.
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4/25/2024 2:31:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very very good, enjoyed this brief narrative on an intriguing character and you managed to weave the story in excellent poetic lines and delightful style. Whoever rated this 5 does not know poetry. 10++++++++++