The sweaty boy lay on the beach;

‘You stink’, his girlfriend said.

But when awaking later on,

They sensed a world expired,

Where everyone was dead.

 

There was the sea, of course;

But, in truth, there was no sea.

Just their memories of water.

 

They longed for yesterday’s comforts:

When the old priest cackled and quacked,

Two lovers quarrelled beneath the pines

And the mayor’s pet dog chewed at his ball.

But now the square root of nothing

Fluttered above the town hall.