This is added now to my list of favourite poems. It's untitled, as yet, I think although the poet rarely uses titles and that's part of his style-without-style style, in my opinion.
The future shakes sleeplessly awake
And in the silent room statued actors stand waiting
Carving their noses from the stones
And when despair stampedes into whirlpool shadows hungry for fear
They stand unmoving
Transfixed
Eyes fixed
Seeing time in the swirls of plugholes
- William Nein
