Entropy’s Final Nothing

Millennia before I died, the time

Before me stretched far backward . . . backward — far

The eons lay in lifeless silence.  Slime

Began to grow as if with plans.  A star

Looked down and saw no life.  Some cells appeared

Inside some mud, but nothing understood

Since nothing was intelligent.  Death veered

In on an asteroid.  Nothing withstood

It.  Death was everywhere.  Much later came

The dinosaurs and they were clobbered too,

And when all life is gone again, from cold

Or flame, then vacuum will be the stew.

  What came before me will come back and I

    Who mattered not will be in death’s last sky.

~ Phillip Whidden