New Years Restitutions-poetry of Frank Feldman, p. 1 of 1 pp.

New Years Restitutions

Time tracks you down with scythes and whispers like a frightened hare through the moors into the abandoned house Ruined boys chase you up rotting stairs to the cavernous attic where cadaverous birds mutter like rusted scissors Bruised bearers with stumps for thumbs paste the stopped clocks with blasted wax to the domed night sky In the country of now masters pick clean the wombs of sleeping maidens stuff full the pockets of lonely eunuchs crisscross the earth with forks and pitch Leave the wet lights on in the cottage kitchen Clutch the twilit seasons with your sagging flesh The din of distant trains tunnels through tumescent fog heralding spectral shafts of light which most feared must follow Beneath the basement floorboards Father Time sips lye patiently counting worms and men of straw with bony fingers