Beach snapshot of the apocalypse

By Sil (Hereford, 3rd of July)

the waves will polish

boulders into pebbles, pebbles into sand

then backyards, deckchairs, mould-strewn walls

will be sucked into the grinder 

the Holy Spirit will descend 

and you'll speak in tongues 

all human languages 

and the language of seagulls 

dogs 

and fish too

but on each day

God will erase what he hath created the night before 

He'll take Adam first, then all the animals

so you'll have no one to talk to 

And you, Eve, 

will lie naked on the wooden deck of the beach pub in Borth

watching the last sunset alone