Like a human 

love takes off our pants 
leaves on our masks 
settling on lands 
claimed by earlier peoples 

running our rackets 
offering blankets 
reading histories 
to learn about our evils 

as Sinatra plays 
we go on our way 
smirking at prayers and players 
in the chapel 

We call it a day 
robbed of our fates 
unsure if anything we did 
was ever helpful