a clicking sound in the distance gets louder
and louder and louder and all it is is clicking
but it does not seem to approach, only amplify,
so do we worry?

It is not, so far, tank tracks or mercenaries.
Not so far a civil, world, or cold sort of war.
However do we prepare?

Do we load the guns and arm the children?
Do we teach the women to fend for themselves?
How sharp are our teeth, really?
How long our claws?

And the clicking is louder, over treetop
and rooftop and blacktop and everything
but louder, never closer. Do we worry?

I have two locks on my front door, and
three on the back. I have two locks
and a door between it and I.
I have not a fear in the world.

But God and Everything, I worry.

about you but i wont tell because you
made me promise i’d hold it as a secret
close to my heart. so i act like i care.

i act like high schoolers in love and think
it’s so real. it was real wasn’t it?

And the earth has no idea where it will sleep you,
you must find that place yourself.
Perhaps you will be lucky to dig a hole
beneath a great apple tree, and there
you can sup and rest and live your life exactly.

Perhaps there are no trees left, or
no trees worth digging under. Perhaps the
apples are hard-fought and bruised in the end
beside, so that oranges would be the better bet.
Where does one sleep when the Earth
does not know where to sleep them?