Titanium heads in the waiting room
Judiciously placed on temporal hold
Humming at the handless clocks
From assigned seats of history
Cognizant of the inevitable wave
Of a pliant baton instructing all
To perform the aphonic symphony
Conducted by the nuclear maestro
For the complacency of the inanimate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This reminds me of some early Gabriel, which (IMHO) is a good thing. Humming at the handless clocks.... like it Danny