caught in space, with light waves and hemostat, history up for the making
sorting through lenses to see where kings sat, the conclusions line up for your taking.
one says religion is a cat dressed in knickers; the other says that science is bunk
the archaeologist tells us the real in the deal comes from sorting through discreet people’s junk
three people argue if politics matter, the fourth says just don’t drink the water
The mechanic walks up and says quit all your bick’ring, you’ll rejoice what a good torch can solder
meanwhile the student wonders why he is sitting, underneath any speaker at all
what good is the news or the records we keep, if our amber holds no “fact” at all?