This hour glass I
Clamber up
A falling scree
And grain to grain
Claw up
A sunny beach
Where others sun
I sense
The edge of doom
On ragged claws
I scuttle
Like a crab
Before oblivion’s
Ever harsher
Glare
But it’s all really
Really
Cool to me
My great-great granddad
Edgar
Taught me how
High Noon
