Tom Thumb
Time's Arrow
The separation came in fits and starts,from twice washed hands and sutures from the garbage.and the doctors sang out in a foreign tongueand walked so strange,looking from where they'd come.Now the sirens fade, the driver's looking far behind,through red lights ran to dark highway side.Across straight yellow lines, a child's scrawl-charcoal wandering path to wrecked lane crossing guardrail.Return the driver behind the wheelerase the tire lines,reverse the squeal,reverse direction, blood to heal.To beat the arrow's flight, make time recall,to hear "goodbye," then enter her arms after all,to lift tiny baby from his dizzy fallReturned to mother, a hand to chest,a mother's finger takes baby's breath,and the breath from time, takengive us rest.'Cause time's an arrow, reversed tonighta time for doctors returning life,and time for babies to waiting mothers' knees alight.
From Letras Mania