Peel apart a thousand years

And wash up in the Ganges

Before it fills up to the ears

With human waste and antifreeze.

Or maybe stop in Normandy

And sign up for the fight

To file down the Byzantines

With Melus’ righteous might.

Tap and temper the finest steel

On anvil and the back of time

To bring back home where things more real

Don’t fit themselves to rhymes.