When Uncle History employs a shovel
There’s a shovel inside
He knows its there
But keeps digging
Earth piles up around him
Alas poor Yorick
He thinks, despite the evidence
That he’s burying men
But its the inner shovel
Does the work—
Spading up ghosts of conscience
People get sick
They get well
They require help
They don’t require help
But you’ll never know
If your shovel is just a shovel
From the hardware store
Planet of the Blind 