What if time's an iconoclast?

If iconic's the new awesome    was awesome the new cool?
What if time's an iconoclast?   how cool is that?
 

Sonnet written while the mortician works

"Do you need any more time before I proceed?"
asks the tall black man as he dons black gloves
having arranged the gurney to hold the thin body
of my father born back in nineteen-twenty-five
 
do I need any more time? can that be yet arranged?
another year perhaps? or just ten minutes for a final
conversation? do I need a little window opening
in the so-solid walls of time world fate & law?

"No" I reply having already intoned the prayer
"O Parvardigar! the Preserver & Protector of All!"
and let a thin color card with Meher Baba's visage
rest all night & all the day on the so-silent form

of Benjamin Samuel Israel   my father & friend
time as much as we need still flowing downstream

"beautiful language [gnomic verse]

Are you unsettled by beautiful language?
are you enamored of execrable prose?
those crushed by words feel rhetorical anguish
from literal heads down to figurative toes