Will we know when the last snowflake falls?
Will we know when the last songbird sings?
When the last squirrel discovers the last acorn?
When the last bullfrog belches its final love song
to a dark reflection of itself in a polluted puddle?
When neither the chicken nor the egg remains?
When possums aren’t playing dead?
Will we notice when bees cease to buzz?
When the blaze of green, red, blue, and purple spring becomes brown and burnt sienna?
Will we care?
Will our descendants live in Hobbit homes covered by decimated dirt
buried beneath Earth’s burned skin afraid to walk freely in the sun?
Will we burrow our way through Earth’s drying corpse,
seeking some sort of subsistence in our celestial victim’s body?
Will all creatures great and small exist only on museum walls?
Will we know when the last human dies?
Will Earth sigh with relief
or like Romeo and Juliet
will long-suffering Earth make one last arid exhalation
joining us in extinction
leaving only ash and dust
Will God weep?
Send angels to carry us to eternal sleep?
Or will God turn away
go somewhere else to play
with no one left to pray for a better day?
Will we know when the last memory fades to gray?
Will there be anyone left to say
Remember when the last snowflake fell?