Because he was sad
Uncle History talked to the linden
Just as any orphan would
It was more of a song really…
“See these hands,” he sang
“They are not mine…”
Afterwards he switched the radio
On and off
Like a spy
Sending signals
To the next room
Then he tapped his toe
In the present tense pond
Voila! He’s not unhappy
Sorrow can be monetized
Its a whole new day
Planet of the Blind 