Gallery Tick Tick 

White walls grow thin from exposure
Holes where light filters
Ash and charcoal
A fire dance gone cold

Exhibitions
Mark and erase
Curatorial loses and refrains

Empty boxes hold
mobile phones in detention
Where
post-it notes demand time

Here the clock tick tick
a death dance
One hour follows another loss

And still newly minted politicians
say that the school is remarkably clean
This stamp of approval
leaves a strain

delia pulls threads from an old school jumper
to knitsa bandy-bandy snake
in the dark