Pictures of Wednesday flourish
untouched by a moment's mind
though limbs have grown heavy
after Tuesday's disintegrating rain.

Citizens of every land and sea
practice silent arts
as if each day were a Redeemer;

heads wear silver time pieces
sowing momentous ticks and tocks,
to cherish ashen rays abandoned
by the sun's Apollonian palm.

Perchance seeds will germinate;
on Thursday or perhaps Friday.
Per chance upon a nameless day
as a tier of top-soil conceals
tenements of clay.

But Wednesday next will surly reap
from beds of leveled minds;
gourds, root crops, grains, legumes,
and fleshy vegetables left to rot
under the veins of twisted vines.