Count everything, quantify it all
weigh it, measure it
decide on it; strip it down
it’s an exact science.
Find them, those facts
facts empirical facts one and all.
Everyone likes certainties.
Reliable at a 99% confidence level
that’s a 1/100 chance of failure
of being wrong
of fucking up
I’d take those odd, wouldn’t you? No? Still not convinced?
Well let me explain;
you buy a lottery ticket every day
for a hundred consecutive days and you lose
So count, yeah count
count the truck’s wheels rotations between Kobane and London
count the grains of sand that record its tread, count the cash
count the footsteps, trees, sleeps, deaths, rapes, births, tides
count the kindnesses, clothes, food, shelter, water, protection
count the moons, the suns, the heat, the cold, the raindrops, the tears.
Words outnumber the people they’re written for
count those words
but just remember,
There’s only a 1% chance of it all turning to rat-shit.
Someone should have told Aylan and Ghalib’s dad.