golem

with heavy tread
and made of clay
listening to voices in our head
golems driven by magic words
moneylovelustpowerfamilydutyloss
maneuvered by outside forces
and hasty choices
we amble, stumble,
try not to crumble
finding shape and form
in the phrases
that make and unmake us
to see where they take us
before we plasticine men
are modeled and molded
and mushed back together
at days end
tossed in the toy chest
until rainy day remembered again