Faceless

 

The dead clock
nailed to the wall
knows nothing at all

Hands hang frozen

Batteries long ago drained

No one around
knows how
to replace them

The clock maker creator
is nowhere to be found

They left behind no instruction manual

No useful blueprint as reference

Time supports
the innocents who believe

in this busted concept

even when there
is no way to explain

with confidence

the theoretical evidence

they will likely never see

Not frustrated by the void of silence

that haunts us cynical skeptics

wrapped in our cold shrouds of rationality

Mocking the faithful

with their ticktock beat
existing in a vacuum
of empirical impossibility

For if a clock chimes
in the Universe
and no one hears it
does eternity
even exist?