Though he has opposable thumbs
Uncle History seldom uses them
He doesn’t grasp objects but instead
Let’s things fall to his palms
“Higgledy Piggleldy” he says
Vacuum tubes, tea cozies
And Teddy bears drop
He lives in a debris field
With a dented angel
Who carries fruit
In her purple stained robe
They say purple originated
From the mucus of snails
But Uncle knows better
Thinks of Neruda
Addressing a rose
That has yet to appear
He puts his hands out
Planet of the Blind 