An Outburst of Birdsong at Dawn

It seems to be getting precarious
And scarier and scarier, and yet
We’re still here, and when we’re gone

You’ll still be here and you’ll still be here,
So maybe it’s only scarier from the inside
Of a body, any body, which will dissolve

Slowly and painfully or violently
And painfully, or just sit in its own
Disaster of apparently bad choices

Until we have to go and you have to go
And someone else has to carry on
To continue all these scary goings on.