When the sun explodes (a joyful poetic romp about the end of the Earth)

When the sun explodes
And engulfs the earth,
Wouldn’t it be annoying
If you’d just put out the washing?

When the sun explodes
And goes supernova,
The tiles that you were grouting
In the bathroom now are meaningless.

When the sun explodes
On a Tuesday afternoon,
Some time in late February,
You wanted some winter sun.

When the solar winds pop
And blow away the atmosphere,
You’d have to laugh ironically,
That really is climate change.

When the sun exhausts its fuel
And begins to consume itself
You could knock me down with a feather
I just paid off the car.

When the sun explodes
Having just bought new curtains
‘The sun is in my eyes’, you’d complained.
Well, it is now.

Oh oh oh it’s a terrible thing.
Sudden annihilation on a Tuesday afternoon
Oh oh oh it’s a terrible thing.
Your dinner got burned and so did the whole of everything.

The molecules that makes us
Will eventually be vaporised
Some time in the next fifty million years.
Here’s a picture of a kitten.

Author: Robert Garnham

Performance and spoken word artist.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s