Uncle History
Contains many histories
His flatus is terrible
He can empty an elevator
Its not enough
To say
Its history inside history—
There’s the air pollution
Barely contained
By his skin
Olfactory stuff occurs
Somatosensory tickles
Up the nose
Pity him
He gasses himself
Into unconsciousness
At least a hundred
Times a day
He wakes
In the Boston
Molasses flood
He wakes
In the sewers of London
He wakes and wakes
Yes the past
Can make him faint
But even worse
It wakes him up
Planet of the Blind 