An apocalypse is coming
Everybody runs inside.
29 days later they venture outside
To find they’re still alive.
Discovering this, they go back to work,
7am to 7pm, wake, eat & sleep -
The thought gives me the creeps.

12 days after this a lamb appears & neighs,
Dogs start roaring & hamsters meowing:
The Comedy of Nature, Act I.
Later, normality is seen drowning in a bubble bath.
But no one is there to notice this tragi-commie farce.
In another Act, there are houses made of word-less books,
Leg-less tables & face-less clocks that hide from the sun with no rays.

Now a human with a heart & 2 eyes stands up
& vomits on the floor,
A robot zooms in,
Throws it all in the bin
Then retreats out of the door.

An apocalypse is coming
Everybody runs outside,
92 days later they knock inside
To find they’ve only just survived.
Discovering this, they go back to birth,
Month 1 straight to month 9,
Where existence no longer exists.

The stage curtain falls,
There’s an echo-less applause
And then we wonder
If we’ve lived at all.