Don’t Learn How to Live in This World

Pay no mind to what
Your gods and dolls say,
The poems and the charms.

You made them, found them,
Picked them from the dirt,
Cut them from trees, carved

Them out of calm rocks.
They talk to you, but
We talk to you, too.

We who were formed, formed
You, and formed who was
Not you to talk, too.

We’re here to tell you,
There are no charms worth
The prayers. You will go.

We will stay. We will
Stay for a while, for
You. Then we’ll go, too.