It’s The End Of The World [03]: The Hum
The Hum
A gardener in Arizona has died.
The man was tending a lawn
in Douglas near the Mexican border.
But driven into a frenzy
by the broken mower, his arms
started interfering with the sky.
They came down like a drone,
like a bearded drone
homing in on him;
it was the plague of darkness
all over again said Mr Moses,
working on a water installation nearby.
They used the hoses, pumped
gallons at the black confetti
smothering his face and neck.
said Mrs Corelli,
a neighbour who bravely crawled
through her hedge to watch the death.
I mean, it was probably six
feet long by two feet thick.
I watched it finish him
there on the lawn, pixelating
like a glitch
when you’re streaming a final episode.
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