Uncle History has gone into the day so deep
Even the insects are in awe
His watch stops
Memories fade like smoke
Diderot, Catherine the Great
Clark Gable, Joan
Crawford all gone—
He no longer recalls
Who they were
He spins a bottle
Wobble wobble
Who’s this?
Why its David Niven
Returning to the school
Where he was beaten
As a child
Only to find
Its abandoned
First the places go
Then the people
But the insects
Beside the ruined factory
Know losing your mind
Is lovely
Planet of the Blind 