THE COMING

If I were dying
would you be there for me?
Would you come to my side
and protect me from the cold,
the rain, the homeless minorities?
Would you ensure my safety
during my last days
as I endured endangerment
and endless illness?
Would you be there for me
and protect me and hold me
and love me and save me?

Would you
because I’d be there for you
weather permitting.

Why do I ask?
Well,
times are tough
and civilizations crumble
and life changes faster than I can imagine
– and I’m a clever bird –
so I want to ensure what few variables
I can.

Swear
that you’ll protect and contain
keep safe and stay strong.
Be here for me
if things get bad.
I’m not saying something’s coming,
but…
Swear, OK?