end of the world

The end of the world won’t be in the heat death of the universe. 

The end of the world will be quite. Painless.

It will be the soft whirr of the PC next to my desk.

The house while my parents walk the dog in the morning.

The fields on the outskirts of my neighbourhood at night.

The car on the drive home from a psych appointment.

The end of the world won’t be in the heat death of the universe.

The end of the world will be joyful. Loud.

It will be the kitchen table, where we laugh and cry.

The elementary school playground at break time.

The lunch room when someone brings up and argumentative topic.

The barracks of soldiers waiting for their time, singing their last song.

The end of the world won’t be in the heat death of the universe.

The end of the world will be us, just as we’ve always been.