The End of the World Has Come For Some

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End of the World

A short poem contrasting the unbearable reality of war with the quiet ordinariness of everyday life. While destruction unfolds across Gaza and Lebanon, the speaker remains at a desk, watching the peaceful world outside — until even a passing tram fractures the silence.

It’s like there
The end of the world came.
And over there
The end of the world is coming.

A little further west
I’m cool at my desk.
The Crassula ovarta I gaze past
On my window sill.

Marble clouds,
The sky pale blue,
Fir tree still,
The majestic sun –

Peaceful. Shattered
By the yellow tram –
Damn. It whirred
By on the tracks.