We’re Outside Your Windows

Perhaps because there are more
People than there ever were,
Fertility’s declining,

But still there are more people
Than ever, every moment,
And the numbers keep climbing,

Spilling into and out of
Overcrowded boats that float
Into larger waves and sink,

Clambering over fences
As fast as other people
With guns can fire rounds from them,

Buying up all the houses
Left in emptier places
And stocking them for the end

Bound to come for all of them
One by one but not for all
At once as these tales pretend.