On the eve of the end of the world
all I heard was drilling
in a small cell in the middle of my mind.
At a regular interval
the drill clicked on
“whirr”
off.
The drill clicked on
“whirr”
off.
My sister talked at me like she thought
it wasn’t going to happen.
click on
“whirrrr”
She knew
what we all knew.
off.
In the impending darkness
everyone packed their belongings
click on
“whirrrr”
into fabric suitcases.
off.
In the final destruction
I picked up a drill
and clicked it on
“whirrrr”
off.
clicked it on.
clicked it on.
clicked it
click.
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