The World as a Whole Has Zero Reproductive Fitness

The birds wake up before dawn.
They do that. It’s been noted.
Poets noted it often.

You don’t need to predict it—
No value in predicting
Whatever’s well-known as dawn.

Now, if the birds stopped singing,
All of them and all at once,
One dark and pointless morning,

Then that would be worth noting.
For now the birds are singing.
If you knew they would be, you

Fit yourself a little bit
To this world that produced you.
That doesn’t mean it fits you.