my eyes invite death yearning the shadow of war but Time is my foe . . . I am the riverbed and Time is my river. With every passing year the water levels lower. The cracks in my surface revealed. I am the hourglass come undone and Time is the sand pouring out of me and nothing catches for I am nothing but shards and remnants. I was the child promised immortality and Time was my betrayer. I was the riverbed and Time was my river. Here I lay for now and then Time will come again poetry