Until Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Until

Dead are more than alive
Old are more than young
It is work of Apocalypse

Of insect
I am lost
Jar is full

Chickpeas holed, powder
The sand dunes in deserts
Covering, covering, cover
Fossils, skeletons, and oil
(For fracking in a future)

Life goes on
Michael's podcast on Cuba
His radio program, alive
Insects multiply
In the jar
Living walks on dead
Amused I; interested
So are crazy poets
And curious persons

And life goes on
And goes on, on

Until

Like mammoths
Like dinosaurs
Like scorpion
We Disappear
We do convert

If Darwin was right
If science isn't junk.