The End

At the end of the world,
those clutched in cinema seats
remained set
until the credits rolled,
becoming the last to know
that history was about to reach
conclusion.

On the streets, families
raced to reach a last
clinch, a last glimpse
of the people they had
built their lives upon.
The pubs remained wet, as
shop shutters shut across the
high streets of the world,
their tills packed full of
paper less valuable
than those moments before
nothing.

And I dreamt that we would meet
on one of our city's seven hills,
hold hands as those below
dusted off their safety cards,
but you got caught in traffic,
and I couldn't outrun the reel.

Published in That Lone Ship  (Parthian Books, 2018)
Video recorded for The Crunch Issue 0 (October, 2015)