We fear the systems we don’t understand.
We used to call them gods and beg them cease
Or intervene to save us from our plight
With public offering and sacrifice.
We used to call them gods and render them
A goat or sheep, with blood and burning fat
To satisfy unhuman appetites:
An advertisement or a bribe for grace.
Before the feast, who still asks their consent?
The goat lies dead and cold upon the plate.
A statement: our intentions were the best.
We understand connections have been lost.
