Small Fry

Universes die.
Then what am I?
A measly human, a small fry.

Life gives and life takes.
And the rest of it, death rakes.
Civilizations are devoured,
Myths forgotten,
Languages are lost
In the jaws of time.

No one remembers
Past two generations
Great grandfathers:
not so great anymore.

Universes die.
Then what am I?
A measly human, a small fry.