He wishes he had kids
But Uncle History has no leisure for “sexy time”
Besides, he’s a saboteur—looking backwards…
He prefers puzzles to hope
The Minotaur, he loves the Minotaur
Give him the tragedy of architecture
Give him long winded myth
On the streets of Paris
He spots hopeful children
He thinks: the lamb in the brain
May still lie down with the lion
But then he gets dizzy
And must hold fast to a wall
Planet of the Blind 