down to our last in poetry

we don’t need anymore
gods or goddesses of war
or violence or victory
those things are done
they’re out of style
they’ve ruined too
much of this place

we don’t need gods
of commerce or pain
or death or destruction
we’re full up on all that
we’re full up on conquest
we’re full up on profit
it’s burning the world
it’s burning the people
it’s burning us all away

we need you to be
gods and goddesses of story
we need you to be
gods and goddesses of love
we need you to be
gods and goddesses of
second-chances and
third-chances and
fourth-chances and
even more after that

fuck profit
fuck war
fuck being edge-lords
we’re not quite destroyed
but we are down to our last
here we are now
nearly fucked
we need your
magic instead