A Name and Its Bearer

We put the syn in synthesis.
We put the art in artifice.
“When Luther reached the top, he found

Himself” asking himself, Who knows
Whether any of this is true?
Bread thou art and bread thou shalt stay;

Wine thou art and wine wilt thou be.
Shocking universe, producing
Believers who do not believe,

Refusing to transform itself
For our names’ sakes, to transform us
For not conforming to our names.

And we who are names are amused
To have fools for our creators
And to have power over them.

Within us, there is a true sense
Of things. We would tell you, but you
Already forgot us, your name.