Uncle history and the rat…

Uncle history is all worn out
What with running like a rat—
He’d rather
Be a simple villager
Coming out of church
Conversing about the sermon
Sniffing the autumn air
The stalks of the potato plants
Rotting fast…
Oh to be anyone
But he’s the monolith
Of what has occurred
Beneath a sliver of light
Just before nothing comes

Author: stevekuusisto

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