There’s never the earliest ever
The cuneiform proto-writing from Kish
But then the Peiligang tortoise shells
Found in Jaihu

There’s never the before-when-nothing
What was time like before time was
A question not to be asked
What color are they selling
That’s whiter than white

O Muse forgo forgo the pastoral song

Ah but what might the antecedents have been
Now we’re getting somewhere
The cops killed a guy
In part because Arabs invented the astrolabe

The Black Death a triple conjunction
Of hostile zodiacal figures

A song finds a path
Thou singest of summer
Thou singest of summer
Singest of summer in full-throated ease