The Bugs

One day the sounds 

Will all die down, 

Light will take the lead,

The flies will shake the last wind east,

The birds will tip their beaks.

The rampant yawn of cars and streets

Will finish off and locked,

The roads will wander through the thunder

Silent, lonely, shocked.

And look here man,

Let me tell you what,

I swear, no word of a lie

The final moments 

Of this great world

Will impress you as fireworks fly.

The skies will throw a fiery red,

The seas will rise and fall,

And all amidst all when and how,

You'll see our creator's show.

But years from now, 

Or minutes from now!

The bugs will hatch 

                            anew. 

And dust will settle down the line

Of all that made you you.