The visitors find the children gone from school:

aged relations sling their guns across the desks...

there'll be no break-time for them unless

they talk about tomorrow

as though it's already on its way.

Amen, oh yes, they're

waiting for the breakthrough in time.



The visitors hide no aces up their sleeves

and the classroom pulses to many different drums.

If only a breakthrough in time would come

there'd be some chance for the visited ones.

We could talk about tomorrow

as though we believed in that.

We could talk about it right now,

and it would come as a shock

to feel the fingernail grow on the trigger finger -

still the visitors clock us

waiting for the breakthrough,

waiting for the breakthrough

with time on our hands.



(It's there all the time