It seems that the rapture will come, according to some people, on Saturday. So I thought I’d share with you all my predictions for the end of the world:

It Comes to the Crunch

When the people heard
this was the last day of the world

some headed home
to pack their cameras and feed the dog

some for the shops
to hunt down one last bargain

others to the blogosphere
to expound on the coming disaster

but more to the nearest pub
(where oblivion

seemed less in light of oblivion)
while the remainder

took to the kirks, mosques,
synagogues and temples

where they divided: one band
hammering the timbrel

the other pledged to quiet
till the real end breaks.

(First published in 5PX2: Five Italian Poets and Five Scottish Poets, about which more here.)