we worship? Like waking up when light is so dim
            and proclaiming there’s no way we can go home
            today. It’s like saying one sin is above all others, as if
            there is no equality in what I do. “So you say,” he said
            and collapsed all arguments – stringing us along like fish,
            back when we carried creels and it was proper
            to feed upon the catch. And now, freed to heaven,
            a simile, so well defined and ending in a monosyllabic gasp.