POLITICAL Poem: Broken Clock, by Tia Pliskow

What do you do with a broken clock?
Throwing it away is killing time.
And I’ve had enough of that
No matter what I do, time is always moving forward.

Is it TikTok or tick and tock
Can you talk with your broken clock?
Maybe it will listen
If we burst its bubble.

Can I live with this broken clock
Residing rent free on my mantlepiece
I give it a glance and I disagree
But it never looks at me

How would Dali see my broken clock
Let it melt and reform above the flames
Swirling all the colors into gray
Floating into the smoke away.

Even with my broken clock
I can find just two agreements
And must remember
Even broken
This clock is correct
Twice a day.

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