To Dust

for how can there be p u r p o s e

in a universe "c r e a t e d"

by nothing

as nothing

for n o t h i n g?

what is meaning

when we're told

life is but the works

of chemicals and compounds

inanimate? 

what is order

seeing the world hurtle 

towards its infernal crash

via chaotic mechanisms of nature 

and the machinations of men? 

what is this irony then

that man having been equipped

by nothing with evolutionary instruments of survival must now employ same as the devices 

of its own extermination? 

how is glory attained 

if life made of dust

must in time disintegrate

and revert to sediments

un-purposed atoms of

mother earth?