Huddled like urchins
Moaning and mourning
The future
We'd always envisioned
Floating unhindered
Others' seams
Seemingly splitting
At convenient distance
‘All the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime
O let not time deceive you
You cannot conquer time'
'It was late
Late in the evening
The lovers they were gone
The clocks
Had ceased their chiming
The deep river ran on'
Until the ceaseless hands
Expose our vulnerability
Tales of woe
And abstract sympathy