We save ourselves in simple ways.
Every time we laugh that's one
disaster, one calamity, one sin
averted by the karmic universe
that balances all accounts --
but, only, like an accountant
would, drunk, siding with
the debtors and the deadbeats
and all others who, needing,
give it names, beg them for aid.
We only pray to our gods
when our accounts come due.
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