Sin

Is folk sick, folk shame,
Folk rules seen in all
Of all the world’s things.

It’s folk to see folks,
And how well or ill
Each fits with the tribe,

As the cause of health
Or death in the flesh,
The tribe, all the world.

It’s folk to see sin
As the cause of plague,
Cause of wars, the cause

Of storms, of failed crops,
Drained lakes, floods, ice, droughts,
The star that just fell,

The tide that ate town,
All things strange, too large,
Too small, too lost, too

Much. Sin. Not just acts,
But acts as folk acts,
As good acts or sins.

You can say the world
Won’t care what you do.
Folks say, Now you’ve sinned.