What Was It We Were Having There

They didn’t have any children.
The children had lights in boxes.
Their signs were gods on legs.
Somehow, sex wasn’t really sex.
Something got replaced.
Hints became facts.
Explosions were dots.
Kids, like numbers.
Divided from themselves.
Dividing from the worlds.
They didn’t have any nature.
The adults were boxes inside lights.
Their wheels were angels.
Their gods? Keys.
I had a ring of them.
We used to wear their heads.
Like petty jewels, to phony dances.