How It Goes
They sit placenta-of-new-day eating
Night's stiletto digging its heel into mornings
The part of day which all backward momentum
Moves forward forever visibly
Playing to win out.
Right away beginnings of greening wilting
As a day is groped by the first
And the final hour, the longest curving
As a doorway, a stranger
Time bleeds out from.
Still they clink two snifters they hold
Their shirts stained with their underneath
Where there's a heart rummaging in the darkness, daily
Blood's repairing hidden fractures, flowers bloom
You see? They do.
They're tired but keep watch and live
Of every hour however laughing
At the barge sinking, sunset floats seeing
This is a promise not a joke.
The hour arrives one day they know
Just like that
A train comes and then it passes.