Insect thee

 * insect thee *
We insects busy
Without shell or feelers
Missing two of our limbs
No mandibles to speak of
Yet giant nests we build
And as nests grows they link
Join together across the land
How long till all our world
A suburban stink
House to house and bush extinct
No open space for any of us
How long till World quakes enough
Decides to shake infestation out
Did the same to dinosaurs
Be an almost impersonal deed
The great solar flares shall catch us
As if a spraying aerosol
Strip the life from us swift
Before we can spirit prepare
Masters of a universe constant
Until something happens we have not seen before
Poor scrabbling ignorant pests
Wiped off the surface
Smeared to goo and bone grit
Our civilizations gone in eyeblink
Mastery a con trick dealt us
By laughing fickle universe.