in our noise
we sound like some chirping birds
hungry for worms
then time comes
with anger over our selfishness
our hardheadedness
to respect the wisdom of dusk
impatience
annihilates us
with that big mouth of silence
devouring us all
they learned and simply watched
without questions this time
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/without-question-this-time/
