Now!
Today skips
to Yesterday.
We stand proud
in Tomorrow
raise the sundial
to the sky
playing
oranges
and lemons
while sprightly seconds
run underneath
to hide
in nightmare houses
torn from newspapers
(Hold on! Hold on!)
they come in a great torrent
from the beginning
of Today
to the end of
Yesterday.
The dial falls, crashes
and crumbles
'Here comes the chopper
to chop off your head!'

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