There's a crater on the moon
named Tycho
after Tycho Brahe
an astronomer of vast reknown
When he raised his eyes to heaven
starlight glinted off his nose
brass or silver, pewter, gold
whichever one he chose
He kept his old one drying
in the chilly northern sun
he'd lost it in a duel
came thus his schnoz, undone
Actually that's a minor point
like VanGogh's lamented ear
it didn't cause upheaval
in either man's career
VanGogh of course made pictures
got famous after death
Tycho mapped the starry skies
until he last drew breath
Oil paints and astrolabes
were the tools of their professions
they hardly missed those body parts
no longer their possessions
I'd like to think somewhere they dance
to the Music of the Spheres
a tango or the jitterbug
Tycho's nose and VanGogh's ear
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