Three Minutes
Created | Updated Jan 28, 2002
What portion of time is this
For each unnumbered dead
Which isolated perfect and engirdered minute
Split
Lined, scored in faint white
By some precision instrument
Falls to the accounted mass?
Which one, of three -
Sixty seconds,
Cut, each, into strands of fibred glass
Sparking grains
That, bedded in the touch of wondering flesh,
Gently draw blood
Is given to those in specific cities?
Where, in these exactitudes of time,
Are found the nameless, given names;
In this angered dust
There is only silence.
