Uncle History knows everything
About disfigurement
And he knows how insects
Crawl in and out
Of wounds
He really knows—
He can speak “blowfly”
Which at first
Seems like a hard language
But blood dialects
Are all the same
It’s the open sore
And larvae world
Without parades
“Parasites, parades”
He recites the motto
Of war wounds
Industrial accidents
Probably better
In the original Latin
“Parasiti, pompae”
Harder to translate
Than it looks
Pomp and suffering
Planet of the Blind 