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/