regret's dissapation


again the bile is rising in the throat
nothing is so alarming
when everything makes a person sick
decay is creeping in
and turning back is
an option held only in memory
the times roll on
with you or not
and every second hand's click
brings a secondhand death
this hour was not meant
to kill so many
but killing is the business of clocks
and time is kept poorly
when there is nothing left to fight