(k) When No Flicker From A Candle Held To A Mouth
When no flicker from a candle held to a mouth,
Gone are the days and the night put to sleep,
Hushing the muted tongue on death ears,
A blink of an eye and the shutters nailed down,
On the loops and twines of a life's mere instant,
Settling red dust on the tombs of crumbled bridges,
Wringing out the tick of a stuck clock,
Clanking the fading toll of a bell’s muffled gasp.
When no jolt of the heart to electric surge,
A circuit breaks on the route of a thought.