You can try weighing out
the evidence of days,
of cycles of the moon,
of years, of millennia.
Even epochs and civilisations
will perhaps tremble at your threat
to evolution…
the divine
retribution
of your mighty scales.
But guarding
the future’s threshold
is a thankless, endless task.
No creature passes through
but no one comes to relieve you.
Your legs grow varicosed
your countenance fixed,
your body stiffens
over its outdated blacklist
and finally
through lack of exercise
the exercise fails.