Sunrise Bathes The Electric Sign. Poem by Simon Gwynn

Insatiable compulsion of mechanic need
blinks blindly in the timeless dawn;
displaced diurnal cycles wake to sleep,
time is a fabric ticking wan.

Cornflower through a bronze wheel sprung:
where man took sustenance, he's now divorced.
A drill for one line's nourishment still runs
beneath the plough's unwavering course.

I am will
have been
will be.
Days to come already dress
like buds beneath the leafy stream;
an apple in the pagan press
yields up its juice, ransom of dreams.