Preparation For The Apocalypse Poem by Jenna Dandurand

There is a lightbulb
hanging in a shack.
It's left on all day
and all night.
It's left on through
the spring and
through the winter.
It's left on just
in case
the sun burns
and crashes
and goes out
just like a
lightbulb.
It's let on
for when the stars
black out
and when the
moon shines black.
For the
apocalypse.
The lightbulb
goes on and on
and on and on.
It stays on
constantly,
a light in the
non-dark.
And one day,
just before the
sun turned off,
and the moon
blacked out,
and the stars quit
twinkling,
the light burned
out. In a flash,
all of the safety
measures for
the the apocalypse
flushed down
the drain.
If only you had
used it sparingling....