Is time only a tune clicking along too slowly
to sing a song with us?
Clicks for rhythms
or the luscious swinging of hips
to soar above all meters and measures?
Was it accuracy that killed off our innocence?
German tanks flying over Cuckoo clock’s nests
and all the world sings their advertising jingle.
Even the birthplace of Dionysos is now destined
to tune into the robot age and pay homage on time.