the king of time
my coronation shall be a splendid affair
of unbroken clocks in need of repair.
golden carriages will lead the parade
curtsy and bow to the grand charade.
by throne and crown release the sands
unswear allegiance to ticking hands
now that we’ve crossed the Mayan line
all hail, all hail the king of time.
if glory is greater than ignorance bliss,
in the queen of pendulum’s final kiss,
only big ben is grinning now
with speed of light we make a vow:
to dance by the grace of a magic moon
let daylight saving enjoy its june
with careless clocks drink this wine
all hail, all hail the king of time.
so tuck this hour inside your pocket
wander to stars in a shooting rocket
dearest einstein would roll in his grave
relating the minutes we could not save.
by royal decree, i hereby rule:
time is a jester and we are the fools.
on a feast of hours, we now dine
all hail, all hail the king of time.
Richard Lighthouse, 2012