“Something smells bad in the refrigerator”
Says Uncle History—“Maybe its
A rotten egg” says Auntie
“I think it came before the egg”
Says Uncle—“the stink
Is the malador
The primal stench…”
“Its a funk” says Auntie
“Its been sneaking up
For some time”
They say this
Simultaneously
Like children
Spotting a ballon
It drifts over them
And inured as they are
To mephitic vapors
They salute
Planet of the Blind 