By nudging tiny hands, Time, retrograde,
will turn us back to memories we lost
and undo every misery we prayed
for God to heal; let science pay the cost
of every heavy year upon our backs,
the sorrows that diminished us to naught;
if universal laws would bend or crack
perhaps our hearts will lose the damage wrought
by every savage minute. We would heal
and wave our grief into an endless…


