A History of the Blind Leading the Blind, Part One


First of all, there were three blind mice
tapping their way through rhymes
and other little ditties, blind as bats
but without the sonar. Poor mice.  Poor tails. 
The snick and thwack of the carving knife
had rendered them half as long.

But there have been others who with eyes
wide open still bumped into catastrophes
like cars to a lamppost.  And History is replete
with little, long-caped cavaliers
piling their tall ambitions up to your eyeballs,
their spurs winking in the sun as a horn blows on cue

calling you to put on your blinders, loosen
your reins and trot along for the ride.