A poem Joe wrote in 2010, and were he goes back to from time to time.
“Maybe it has potential for a book, but propably not.”


The Sundial Man has twelve parts:

All man’s science and all man’s arts.

When with his love he stopped to play,

Many hours fell away.

The Sundial Man walks around,

Pacing across his private grounds,

He gently strokes his lover’s face,

Then leaves her for his silent race.

The Sundial Man was born at dawn,

And when it’s dusk, he will be gone.

His corpse will lie alone, unprotected;

but come the ‘morrow – resurrected!

This poem is a nursery rhyme

You need to hear from time to time.