our trespasses in poetry

forgive us, gods and goddesses
our performative woes and
our too-fervent merriments
our half-mad experiments
our wine and song in hopes
of drowning out the rhythm
of our fears and our regrets
growing ever larger ever yet
forgive all our desperate starved
consensual sensual absurd groping
we’re just the tinker toys you made us
we are just mechanisms coping