Where Are The Clocks?

Where have all the clocks gone?
I cannot tell the time,

not without one strapped to my wrist,
or that rectangular block
producing radiation by my thigh.

My neighborhood has no church nearby.
No bells ring. Only the cars.

What happens when time becomes just another thing we carry?
I guess I still have the sun, the moon,

the incessant turning of the world.

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