At Last Poem by Iulia Gherghei

Our bones' story is waiting to be read
Sadly, nobody will feel de 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 we 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!