What Wars Are Left

The trees are loud with birds.
It’s like the world won’t end.
We’re how you make worlds selves.

Which news do you think’s real?
Which frame hangs on your wall?
Stars? Kid pic? Spouse art? Crush?

Jets drone. Roads roar. Doves moan.
We’re here for you, but now.
We were here when you weren’t,

Then reached you, who knows how.
Then you brought us back here,
And you found us here now.

The birds may be gone. Jets,
Roads, spouse, kids, art, doves, songs,
And you. Then us. Then stars.