Live to Fall

Near your end, you’ll chose,
If you get the choice,
If your end’s not swift,
From a crash, a gun,
If you’re not gone first.

Since you have no choice,
You may not get one,
But you’ve got no choice
If you do get one—
You’ll have to take it.

If you’re still there, near
The end of your breath
And your use of us,
Then you’ll have to chose,
To let go of you

And let go of us
Or hang on and howl,
Like the wolves you heard
Once in a bright dawn,
Who made you sit up

By their choice to howl
At the sun. The sun!
You should howl at night!
You told them, through us,
As if they chose voice.