At the end of the world, will anyone think
of the man in the infomercials
who demonstrates the suction
power of vacuum cleaners?
I think about this often, of the different
ways we might finish
our sentence; perhaps a nuclear cloud
will engulf us and I’ll say
‘look, the house wears the smoke
like sweatpants’. I suppose
we won’t get to choose who shares
in our personal apocalypse.
I’ll probably fumble my lines.
Will the television networks still operate?
I hope so. I’d like to turn on the TV
and find an advertisement to fall asleep to.
To invest my last moments in thinking
about a man with an American accent
who I’ve never met. With such faith
in his vacuum cleaners how can he help
but lift the weight from the world.
1 November 2015