Uncle history wishes he could fiddle like Nero
But he’s tone deaf and clumsy
Still he loves Shostakovich
And the music of distress
He loves the composer’s humor:
‘Love us when we are dirty
Not when we are clean…”
The planet is filthy
Across the globe
Children are in rags
Landlords laugh
Til they wet their pants
Uncle’s hermitage
Is his left eye
Though it scarcely works
How like scattered petals
The ashes falling
Planet of the Blind 