We Live in No Time

Think of how sad it would be
If the whole, blue Earth went pop

In the night—not one life left
To be sad, not one life left

To eat lives, feed lives, and die.
No genes, no Zen, no deep woods,

No wars, no births, no hive minds.
Think, have our eyes, too, seen this

Once, twice, more—one of the worlds
Out there in the dark went pop.

We did not know it went, of course.
Worlds will not know if ours goes.