Humanish

There’s nothing to read
That will answer you,
That will speak to you
As you want to hear,
Not just some stories—

Intriguing people,
Rich information
From background research
Or a real life lived—
You wanted something

That would remove you
From wholly human
But still address you
In the assumption
You’re only human,

Even if it’s not—
A translation, then,
To you, human, from
An inhuman world.
That’s why holy books

Remain appealing,
Humans pretending
To speak for the world
Greater than human,
In humanish words.