Favors, Tricks, and Ease

What others pray for, you try to force
Into the open by relentless,
Restless, shallow reading, a hunter

Beating around the bush to flush wings.
This business about gods and demons
Forever lurking in the details

Is misleading. The details are terms
No truer than any other words.
Memories are the gods and demons.

Well-chosen words and phrases flush them,
But, given you’re no good at choosing,
You’re always quick to race off, chasing

Behind those who’ve already, somehow,
Found them, gods and demons gone to ground.