Early, Early History

Don’t respect history at all. I read somewhere else
And it changed. I dreamt something else
And it got very, very weird: the boys
Scrambled over the top and it just looked really stupid!

And when I told a friend, all they said was, “Don’t rest
On your books, as you’ve got to know
When to listen to yourself.”

He moved out of my mind as the rain came
With four-thousand boats holed up on my shore—infinite other ways
To set sail. But I was stuck on the same beach

In the same story as my ancestors, and I couldn’t
Budge my siblings. And I couldn’t remove
The anchor. And I fear another is willing

To repeat the same in a pointless and structureless bar
Somewhere again. So no—I don’t respect it.