So Go For It, Just Go

There is no shortage of people ready
To pack up and run, ahead of the storm.

There is a shortage of places to run,
No place far enough ahead of the storm.

Those with the most resources dig bunkers
And vaguely dream of surfacing on Mars,

The way as a child, you vaguely dreamed
Of digging through your backyard to China.

There is no open meadow, no wild land.
Do not think people did not know it was

Time to go. And people wanted to go.
Plenty of people were trying to go.

Going prevented no one from dying.
It may have caused more people to be born,

If the people going lived a little
Longer, drew their lives out longer—but then

Maybe trying to go made for fewer people
Who had children, on the whole. From the side

Of the gone, we will never know. How could
We ever know? We knew we could not go,

And we wanted to go, but of the gone
Who went the nowhere way anyone could go,

Way that got you nowhere, nothing to show,
Of them we never knew. How could we know?