some of Us are gone.
but the residue is a pungent Mars
where our colonies
lack perfume.
we lack the horoscope
of our every disaster
and smile like fools
for the asking.
but please gather “round
and we’ll be square,
we have enough Church
to barter with
all Gods,...
but not enough faith
to never dread
why we are.
and not enough why
we do.