“Though lovers be lost, love shall not;
and Death shall have no Dominion.”
Dylan Thomas
Dalí’s Clock
1
I have folded Dalí’s clock,
draping time’s dressing gown
over the foot of her bed.
An elephant with a crane-fly’s
spindly legs
stands on the bedside cabinet.
Is the human body
a chest of drawers
to be opened and closed
at will
and things removed?
On the operating table,
a sewing machine
and a bread knife
wait inside
a black umbrella
for their next
victim.
rogermoorepoet 
Thank you, Meg. This is the first of a continuing series. More about it tomorrow. There will be more … it is one of my favorite poems from one of my favorite books.
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Foot of bed. Oops!
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Excellent surrealist imagery! And I love the line about draping time on her bedpost!
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