Woodwinds You know that thing About Schrödinger’s cat? Poor cat. We can’t even know Whether it’s alive or dead Until we open the box, Which no one ever does. Imagine the box is our body And the cat our bones. How can we be sure Some of us don’t have flutes And oboes instead Of tibias and ulnas? Flutes in our forearms. Oboes in our thighs. You have to admit It’s possible your bones Aren’t bones but woodwinds. But when we break one, You say. Or when we die. Well of course They become bones then. They become bones again when There’s no longer any music.
Woodwinds
Woodwinds
Woodwinds
Woodwinds You know that thing About Schrödinger’s cat? Poor cat. We can’t even know Whether it’s alive or dead Until we open the box, Which no one ever does. Imagine the box is our body And the cat our bones. How can we be sure Some of us don’t have flutes And oboes instead Of tibias and ulnas? Flutes in our forearms. Oboes in our thighs. You have to admit It’s possible your bones Aren’t bones but woodwinds. But when we break one, You say. Or when we die. Well of course They become bones then. They become bones again when There’s no longer any music.