Uncle Paul
I suppose to most folks the head reposin' on Mars will e'er remain a mystery.
But I think that I have solved that enigma - 'twill surely make medical history!
Oft I've wondered what happened to the head of my ne'er-do-well Uncle Paul,
Who flew off the handle and lost his head in a scandalous barroom brawl!
That head lyin' there in peaceful repose in the crimson dust of Planet Mars,
Is the spittin' image of my Uncle Paul includin' those five forehead scars!
The inscrutable smile on the face and the bushy hair are his for sure!
The sight of those lifeless eyes starin' back at me is very hard to endure!
Thankfully, the clime of the Planet Mars has preserved his skull, it appears,
Though it has reposed on that desolate floor collectin' dust for many years.
I pray that should astronauts one day take flight and land on that celestial ball,
That they'll take pity on his grievin' kin and retrieve the head of Uncle Paul!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 5 in Carolyn Devonshire's "Sphinx Head On Mars" Contest - Sep 2010
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