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Rhys Owain Williams

The End

At the end of the world,
those 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.
Picture
Published in That Lone Ship  (2018)
Available to buy from Parthian Books

Video recorded for The Crunch Issue 0 (October, 2015)
Ⓒ Rhys Owain Williams 2008–2022
Picture
That lone ship on the horizon
​arriving or leaving?