Uncle History misses the hurdy gurdy man
With his bingity bangity thump—
That old cart rolling to a stop
Under his window
And then turning the crank
To play pure sadness
The sadness
Of air
Of wheels and grass
The music
Beloved by Hieronymus Bosch
In his “Garden of Earthly Delights”
You can feel the manic tears
Of parishioners
Exiting church
To the stink
Of rotting potatoes
October
And strings vibrating
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