My drawing this evening

I read some lines
“agony, always agony”
Some people think this
trying to face the sun
in the morning.
Others, when I ask them for help.

For some, just being dead
would be fair enough.
Words like ‘poetry’ and ‘rigor’
are very tiresome, in the wrong hands.

So, while the universe
tries to swallow us all….
I shut away nothing.
And listen for the birds singing.