Dear Big Gods

                                    all you have to do
                                    is show yourself
                              in case you hear us
                                  we are so small
                and fenceless in the shade
                           throw us a hook
                             when you can
                 touch the scribbled
              child in the inferno
             all you have to do
   is show yourself a little
                pin your dark
         olive green parts
 against the boulder

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