A Month is not what it used to be.
There’s been devaluation,
the Central Bank of Time losing control
as fraudsters with diamond clippers
trim off edges of Instants, slither
by slither in stealthy accumulation -
callous, they’re shameless, even confronted
by unmasked hoards of Decades and Years.
And I’ve sent many pleas for action to stem
this devious work, but the police
contend they cannot do more, the council
says it’s an issue for Government.
So I’m left to defend my fortune as best I can:
cherish true Hours stored at home, kept where I stand.