Deus Ex Machina


Inside the cuckoo clock

he sits in claustrophobic silence

oblivious to the metronome ticking and

the soft clicking of the cog toothed gears

as the slipping of the pawl sets his universe unwinding

he thinks he understands his cuckoo bird life.


But somewhere in an alternate universe

a clock face smiles knowingly

as its hands move round and round,

each second turning into hours,

and hours into eternity as the cuckoo bird sits and

anxiously awaits the command to sing.