The Hammer - 2

ever tick is a hammer
hammering the nails
into the lid of the coffin where
i've put my skeletons to rest

there won't be a second coming
the dead won't rise from the ground
it's all worm buffet in the end
and the worms don't make any sound

but the tick and tock is louder still
heartbeats of a monster machine
it chips away the days and months
it crawls into my dreams

one day my bones will rust
into a powder white and black
and wind will spread the memories
till the ground cracks