Uncle History owns four things
Of zero use—
Cable from the Brooklyn Bridge
A pile of Polish zlotys
The first ever fur coat
And a mini Rosetta Stone
Covered with mistakes
These keep him going
He fingers the cable
Dons the coat
Spends zlotys
In a mind-brothel
And translates hieroglyphs
Of nonexistent gods
Now he rings a little bell
Calls for tea
Though he has no servant
Planet of the Blind 