Being history differs from thinking about it
Every morning Uncle and Auntie History
Tend to their goats
(They’re no different
Than Polyphemus
But they don’t live in a cave)
Because they personify the past
You will find them
Wherever books are sold
And they’re in the world’s Braille—
One can read them
On the weathered doors of Venice
Their goats are loyal
In the manner of goats
Which, if you’re thinking
Means our History clan
Resembles them
The bleats of some goats
Sound like human screams…
Planet of the Blind 