Model universe
A champion of
Perishable importance
Standing motionless
In the thickened sky
On your rusted swivel
Denying the wind
And letting the rain soak
Into your grains
Silence you sought
Their condolences brought
As a vase of flowers
Your eyes as soft tipped darts
Aimed for the prize
Unattainable
Saw under the petals
An inscription of time
Of Wilt and Ruin
When mourners departed
You went to the stove
To strike out that match
But that future had passed
And then became present
And left you to languish in fear
The eternal brevity
Of passing years