Uncle History and the Aeroplane

“I can’t unsee the past, can’t—
Bleriot flies over
Can’t unsee the silly airplane!”
In this way Uncle history
Is an old old man
With the soul
Of a Luddite
Machines get worse
Guns get bigger
He sorts his socks
Talks to himself…
“Bub! Can I call you
Bub? Ned Ludd?
Lets hide in the forest!
Oh please don’t say
Its too late!”

Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by stevekuusisto