Uncle History listens to poets
Who complain they’re having writer’s block
He doesn’t understand it
As they say nowadays
(And rightly)
This is privilege
Jung said
“Everything we think
Is the fruit
Of the middle ages”
Just soak your feet
In blood, Uncle
Wants to say
But where matters
Of exsanguination
Are concerned
He knows its best
To keep silent
As so many writers
Are frightfully literal
Planet of the Blind 