The Spirit in the Clock

I've touched every inch of the furniture in this house,
rubbed oil on a cloth and rubbed legs until dust fell off,

but it's the clock sitting on top of the hutch,
it's the marble clock, two feet wide & one foot tall,
that peaks my curiosity, knowing we received it posthumous
from a man who's spirit lives within the face of this monument.

After a moment of hesitation, a pause just to think thoughts
about a strange and unique revelation, I put oil on my cloth
rub it across every inch of the marble clock to honor
a man whose life I never knew and whose death
left me an object to care for.

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