Clocking

Clocking the cadence of
misleading metaphors
that have led us like Vegas
to wander the sands

Clocking the toll of these
avarites on television
licking their chops
as the mutton come in

Clocking the waves
on the forgotten beaches
the edge of the world
where the foment began

Clocking the minutes
the ventilation units
the hours, the sunsets
and we do it all again

Ease to the janitor
swabbing the virus
from the morgues of Manhattan
and cutting room floors

Ease to the swine
manufactured for bacon
may you soon be released
for your payment is made

Ease to grocer
the Amazon picker
risking your lungs
for our bleached toilet paper

Ease to the hungry
the alone and unwanted
ease to the mother
as she settles the score