Cicada III

If  alpha were indeed
A rather large and accidental 
BANG
And nothing more,
Is not our comfort in this universe
Just brave pretense, 
And our casual twitter
Like the giggling of adolescents
Newly nervous about their bodies.
Like them, do we not lie awake, 
And pass away our 
Insomnia
Wondering about Omega?
But suppose this universe,
Just now exploding into its colossal and final 
Whimper, 
Is a cicada shell, 
And the old red-eyed tenant
Already chirps with abandon
In another sun---
What green limb shall we 
Then walk upon 
In the hour of our awakening?