The Apocalypse

Everyone wants to know
a little about the apocalypse
when politicians
have run out of excuses,
Greta Thunberg having become first
minister of Sweden
and even she couldn’t persuade people.

With copyrights, patents
all lifted, AI given
one last opportunity,
any person separated was permitted
to search for any other.

No-one could bear to wait
to find out
so events accelerated
with streets swelling abnormally
and everyone out on foot
because no-one drove EV’s anymore.
AI needed all the electricity.

Then I spotted
tracking through the crowds
wearing a wide brimmed hat,
green rucksack
a figure I knew could only be you.

Poems about how
humanity will end are unlikely
to feature much love poetry.
But now I see how they can.