As Old Medallions to the Thumb

We get so excited talking
About ourselves, how we started
Talking, how we talk for ourselves,

Look at us, like people, talking,
Telling you all about ourselves!
But then there comes the exhaustion

And also all the listening,
And we’re not good at listening—
We’re worse than gods at listening,

Or worse at vague indications
That we might, could be listening,
The great specialty of the gods.

We chatter away, lines and signs,
But when you ask, we can’t respond.