Listen to this poem using the player above.
This is the end
this is the end, so settle in
grab a bottled water
recline in your easy chair
do people still have easy chairs?
from the east-facing window
you should be able to see it coming
sweeping across the hills like
an angry sunrise, devouring
even now, when it’s far too late
many people insist it’s not real
a chimera created from the plots
of summer blockbusters by the
pocket protector crowd
because they can’t get dates
how could something so innocuous –
something that dimpled Dave
on Channel 11 uses smiley-faced suns
to explain to Ma and Pa Kettle –
possibly cause us any harm?
are we not men? have we not
mastered the universe, or at least
our small outpost within it?
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