Apocalypse for One

Apocalypse for One

Here comes the millennium and look,
there’s signs and portents aplenty:
the flood, the juke-box comet –
haley bop… haley bop
and heaven’s gate swung open wide
for the few brave spacey pioneers.
flat out horizontal, knackered out and all.

And this is what they know now
too late to do them any good
too late to bring back the missing part, say
or to wonder – maybe the spaceship isn’t stopping, say
or maybe we got the wrong day , say.

But this is what they know now:
apocalypse for one is just as big a deal as apocalypse for all.
Just wait a while and boom we got your dead guy
stiff like a board – hit by a bus, say
in no shape to consider or to care if it’s just him
or the whole damned world that went kablooie.


© Ulrich Wendt, November, 2007