Greetings. Quickly before I go skating, I will post my poem.

They Are Out There

Turn every stone you see
& when it seems you've found
what you thought it was you
were looking for, turn more.

Kill what you have to kill,
then fill your mind with sand
& let your belly breed
snakes & salamanders.

Them gods have left us now.
They've gone away in their
shiny ships & left us
only the twinkling stars.