They control the world but defer
to a light bulbs parallel presence
as object and event.
Their hungry young become ceremonial
daggers when led into churches,
synagogues and mosques.
They would laugh at their own bodies.
They would make nervous
sounds full of lust
and uncertainty if they could
separate thinking from being.
They become invisible when they sleep,
but certain dreams
give them away.
They exist as links of chain,
as reminders of crumbling
cities and banishment.
I have heard they do the devils work,
but how could anything godless
possess such able
and delicate hands?