Often the fat man squints and says It real- // ly makes you think
Something like that or There
but for the grace of God / I tell the keeper they must be
The daughters and the sons of nearer gods
I tell him my gods had to stay behind
To watch my people / He likes it when I talk like that
the truth is I don’t know
The keeper when he’s drunk
Sometimes he says I’m lucky
To have been rescued from my gods
And I should thank the man who bought me
I used to laugh at him but now I grieve
I think // His god is not a god like mine / His god
Is not a mother not a father
not a hunter not a farmer
his / God is a stranger
from no country he has seen
