NATURE Poem: The Dragonflies, by Nick Marino

One day the dragonflies will rust
Like cars left to the wind and rain
And all thing will return to dust
The world still to dirt and stone

Like cars left to the wind and rain
Will drip the milk of stalactites
The world still to dirt and stone
As the last brain is fossilized

Will drip the milk of stalactites
Across the stars, stifle the moon.
As the last brain is fossilized
The planets will grind down to void

“Across the stars, stifle the moon!”
The last requiem we hear
The planets will grind down to void
As I grind down the faerie dust.

The last requiem we hear
We see the stone and slowly die
As I grind down the faerie dust
No eyes, no wing, no brain to think

We see the stone and slowly die
And all things will return to dust
No eyes, no wing, no brain to think
One day the dragonflies will rust