Woe and Shade

Shade can’t see we have no help.
Woe knows too much. She has just

The thing for you. Her ant farms
Fight wars for the face of God,

Blotched bit of meat with a mouth.
Gods get what gods want, and you

All want your gods to want you.
That’s one way to read the tale,

One way to steal a new myth.
You make your gods. Gods make you

What you are, and all of us
Have your face. Shade still can’t see.