If This Is How The World Ends
Hannah Persaud
*part of The Sourdough Diaries* – #Lockdownday13
So is this how the world ends?
Not with the arrival of aliens in silver ships scaled feet drumming metal crescendos through paper doors and tissue walls.
No final combat, jaws tearing at flesh, friend or foe; lone dogs scavenging a ravished landscape while skeletal trees point forks at the sky
No deathbed sunset watched from sunken terraces, glass in hand and wine turning rose in the glow of it while ripe vines wither in the forever dark that’s coming
Nor one all too familiar explosion – movie special effects never quite capturing the scale of it, flesh to dust, the speed the sheer size the spread of radiation and horror of unexpected death in the last glimpse of vulnerable unmasked faces
