Tuesday Poem: "No Time" by Andrew M. Bell

Photograph Copyright Andrew M. Bell

Daily, I seek social sustenance

in shops and supermarkets,

but they have no time for me,

shouting at my deafness,

impatient as I struggle

with my coins.

Returning home, frustrated,

having sought the waters of compassion

and come away thirsty.

My weatherboard house

where we laughed and loved

now echoes with loneliness

and the brick and tile

temples of Mammon

crowd it in as though

seeking to crush me

like a crab in my shell.

One day, bulldozers will bury me

because they have

no time.