You Made Too Much

God made man from clots of blood

Men made gods from globs of clay.

Clay made breath from germs and silt.

Streams made silt from crumbled stones.

Everyone makes everything.

Everything makes everyone.

Lamps make light in shades of skin.

Skin makes shields against the sun.

You say you want to be done,

Say you want to close your eyes.

You can. You can go. You will.

But that won’t stop things making

You, won’t stop you making things.