He had it right when he said
And they sat around debating
The tragedies of the Little Ice Age
Some believing the conclusive evidence
Did or didn’t exist others pointing to
Depictions of winter in European painting of the time
Discrepancies in the look of trees and men
He had chanced upon some truth when he said
But they ignored him and his fragments
Lost as he was in the minor and major disasters
Which occurred daily in the body
After a long operation on some troubled part
Days without rest in the encampments
He had it on good authority he said
These intermediate interludes would rudely pick up again
And just as soon depart leaving mouths agape
Arguments lost in the ground