Steal Gods

You could say it was a trope
If I wrote we work like ants
And sing like frogs in spring pools,

And you would be right as rain
As well as wrong. We do sing
In massed, loud groups of roped tunes—

We do move vast troves of earth.
These are things we do, not things
We steal from lives not quite ours.

My point is that we’re a part
Of what this gob of rock does
And does a lot. If we steal,

We steal from gods whom we stole
From our songs as our songs tuned
Our words to steal gods from us.