Poem: Puny

 

Puny

 

the billion-year run

of silverfish

mocks my lonely strum

of a soul,

 

this blip of a vibe

on a noisy sphere,

which itself is but a tremble

in the vibrissa

of a galaxy.

 

and the universe itself,

so many fugues of spirals

of orchids in a garden

of wilt and rush.

 

what muse fuels

 my puny, soon-dead words?

some flashy palp 

of swift sliding star?

 

 

 

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“The predecessors of silverfish, along with those of jumping bristletails, are considered the earliest and most primitive insects. They evolved at the latest in mid-Devonian and possibly as early as late Silurian more than 400 million years ago.[31]”