by W. S. Merwin

We were not made in its image

but from the beginning we believed in it

not for the pure appeasement of hunger

but for its availability

it could command our devotion

beyond question and without our consent

and by whatever name we have called it

in its name love has been set aside

unmeasured time has been devoted to it

forests have been erased and rivers poisoned

and truth has been relegated for it

wars have been sanctified by it

we believe that we have a right to it

even though it belongs to no one

we carry a way back to it everywhere

we are sure that it is saving something

we consider it our personal savior

all we have to pay for it is ourselves