There’s nothing between uncle history
And his relatives—he’s the good uncle—
Quiet, respectful,
Happy (when it rains)
To play Monopoly
He speaks volumes
With his eyes
His sister, La Religieuse
Has loads of children
Game time lasts months
And the green, democratic
Springtime sneaks up
The way seasons do
Silently, infused
With death
They keep rolling
The dice—
Chance, no chance
Fireflies appearing
At windows
Planet of the Blind 