At The End Of The World Poem by Kate More

The world is over,
and here we are floating in space.
Isolated in these concrete buildings
that are inexplicably suspended in the air.

Two others and I
are in an Olympic sized swimming pool.
We don't know how many are left.
She was supposed to conduct a census
before the world crumbled.

Now she must leave me here in this pool,
to travel from separate building to building
to count the survivors.
as others try to get in.

In the pool the current arrives,
every few minutes.
We must hold our breaths
and struggle to the surface to survive.
Every day.

Sometimes the fight doesn't seem worth it,
yet when the waves erupt:
Our arms and legs move rapidly in motion