Dear Big Gods

                                    all you have to do

                                    is show yourself

                              in case you hear us

                                  we are so small

                and fenceless in the shade

                           throw us a hook

                             when you can

                 touch the scribbled

              child in the inferno

             all you have to do

   is show yourself a little

                pin your dark

         olive green parts

 against the boulder