THE TIME OF THE SAND-CLOCK

(Translated by Anthony Weir and poet)

On the sands of time

fossils march:

their last parade.

Salute from the podium.

Jaws - triumphant - creak

as they grind old myths

with gritty teeth.

Crows have always fed on flesh,

and illusions destroy empires of illusion.

The sighing sand-clock has been turned afresh.