Uncle History makes too much noise
He’s a noisome man
Clattering over cobblestones
Like a Cossack
Except he has no weapon
And no reins
He does have a fallen apple
He has a torn paperback
About birds
He used to carry the I-Ching
But he lost it
On a bus in Buenos Aries
He loses lots of books
But its alright
Because he doesn’t read them
Like a drunk outside your hotel
He shouts that he knows everything
And when the cops arrive
He convinces them to sing along
Planet of the Blind 