The Corpse of Time【POETRY】

The Corpse of Time
Leaves a hole in the world.

;However;
You cannot break the skin
Of the Corpse of Time.

A corpse though it may be,
It will never disappear.
Mortals cannot slay a god
No matter the volume we fear.
A bucket can hold only so much drear.

900 years of silence.
Drip, Drip, Drip.

Silver-gallium fear tips and pours
Onto the Corpse;

It is ready for solidification,
The thin metal turning stiff.
We Humans are moving again.
Let us no longer drift.

O Time Reborn,
Give us the Prosperity
To feed our Posterity.
And lay still no longer.