The Takeover…a story poem about time and aliens.

Steampunk, City, Clock, Clock City

they said that time
wasn’t a living thing
until it landed
and started eating
the city
it’s hands
never slowing
counting out the minutes
of our lives
balloon searchers
watching from
above
time is a cruel
taskmaster
second by second
it takes
what it wants
and leaves us
with less
but this is only the beginning
we will not go quietly
into the night
we will die
on our own time
not be switched off
by an alien
chronobeing
they
cannot
have us

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4 Responses to The Takeover…a story poem about time and aliens.

  1. Wonderful Gigi, your writing amazes me!

  2. I hope he’s holding his own and feels okay. Thank you for always being lovely.

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