Let’s Get Out of Here!

This, not I love you, is the true
Core phrase of our shared tongue these days,

Told in all tales at all scales—
There’s not a show, high or low,

Where you won’t find it or it
Won’t find you. Sign of the times,

Raw nerve too much thumbed and plucked,
Bass note that thrums, the quake comes,

Or mere chance, past doubt, it’s clear—
We’ve got to get out of here.