my tribesmen’s tale 1: the time-machine project

two thousand rolls of time fell down
it was last night in our community hall
and my neighbours and i were frantic
and we screamed for a time machine

but most of us cannot go out these days
the masters had declared public curfew
the only thing left was to dig the ground
to make the time machine

out of
shit-scattered mud
a few unmeasured rolls of time
stained steel wire from burnt tyres

time’s never on our side
there were protests on the street
wise men called it a great débâcle of modern life
and here we are now:

slipping eternally into an abyss
on a bloody antediluvian time machine