Stop Holding Hands Poem by John Courtney

it wouldn't be so hard
to simply drown
birds do it all the time
but we are soft
and getting
softer

we've always got to build a goddamn fire
to be seen
and get followed to the grave
with all the lights on

we are always under water
with a child who hides
behind a mountain
and teaches again
another fish to walk

watch
footprints stomped madly
into our days
wash out like a song that needs a
sudden end

then keep going