Who Makes History

  Who has grief and who has sorrow?  Who has a thousand years of woe?

—Impossible to sleepwith the roaring crowds of the electedThey pound on the gateThe glass of air shattersSeconds pour outand History phosphoresces  in the flash of battleswhen time’s just stuffing  for the funeral guildsHow eagerly the brothers drinkfrom their immense jugs!And heads empty, a gutted field  of lost battles

History phosphoresces, through the loopholes  you can seestatues of mustard, statues of tearspounding on the gate,crying: History’s made by evil people!crunching their lunchFate’s a lunch  a brunchFate’s overcrunched!

Who makes history?  Human inconsistency makes history  Time makes history

see how it spitsits time-killing liquorsinto throats knotted  in the clouds of self  like footnotesnotes under the foot  of the universe,and of free will,meaning guilt,mine as well as yours!