Why Does a Clock Go Tick Tock?

in the cold concrete and iron cottage,
tin cups clink metal with pangs of ringing
metronomic, heaving singing, counting
down to the release from a life sentence.
between bars it bounces, two sounds echo,
ping, pang, sometimes bang, sobs with a rare shout,
voices grow raspy, cups grow dull and weak,
wrists get tired, mechanisms then die.
my dear child you ask me why yonder clock
says tick tock, tick tock through the long, old day?
it used to sing like a flute, like a bird,
like a soldier, but its voice is tired, child.
its voice is dulled to a whispering click,
so it whispers tick and tock, tock and tick.

The End

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