We were to stop all the world clocks.
If only brother had no train to catch.
We give up and now we put him out
With somber aspect of funeral hush.
Son stops world’s clocks in airports.
He is cutting off all world’s phones.
He is packing up the sun and moon
From the other side of the Atlantic.
(Taking off on W. H. Auden’s poem “Stop all the clocks”)