You'll Show Control

Superstition is just
The unrequited love
Of control. No one has

Control under control,
Ever, but when even
Pretense is difficult

To maintain—as with war,
Lotteries, the weather—
When mastery’s hopeless,

And a glimpse of control
Is rare, people seduce
Causation however

They can—with rituals,
Dances, special clothing
Like the senninbari

Belt hidden under clothes,
A thousand stitches sewn
By a thousand women,

That will control bullets,
Keep them from killing you,
Prove your love of control.

And will control love you
Back? No, you know, but still
You hope to show control.