At Last the Story

Our bones’ story is waiting to be read

Sadly, nobody will feel the urge to find out

the trivial sequence of happenings that we lived

The still puzzled dinosaurs are reflecting the grim clash of the ice age

that is the prime time news of their bones

The last flash news is yet to come…

Our bones won’t be read!

The time will suspend its dimension

The sun, the terrorist, will stop the clock by explosion

Tic, Tac

Disappearance in two steps

The dinosaurs were choked by snow

We will slowly burn

In ashes will return as established before

And the ashes is known, has nothing to tell

In the newborn vacuum, it will float, it will spread

the silence

There, in void, silence

at last …