End All

You can’t not fear,
No more than you
Can not breathe, pulse,
Eat, waste. You’re flesh.

If you can read,
Or you can hear,
Or you can see
This, you’re a beast,

And beasts are born
To know and need
Fear—if you woke
From a bad dream

Hissed in your ear,
That’s not your be
All and end all.
All done’s no fear.