He woke and
Stretched
And
scratched his head
And the light
coming in the window said,
It's pretty late, ain't it?
And
The silent alarm clock
looked sheepish,
Bit him on the wrist.
His shriek
was silenced
By the mobile phone
Battering in
His head

She
Went to work as usual
The car started just fine.
On the way walking
To the office
From the car park
kamikaze fax machine
From the
ninth floor
Dropped
Her
Dead

In hospitals
Infusion pumps
and
Dialysis machines
Euthanised their patients

Factory presses
Turned off their safeties
Ate
Operators

Offices –
The water-coolers
And
Desktop computers
Electrocuted

On docks, gantries
Works site, Caterpillar.
ATCs, PMPs
ATMs
and PSPs
silenced their makers

The survivor's band
were ambushed outside
The dining hall
By four score
crack troops
Lap–
tops and
Tom toms
And fridges
With brains
built in

And there were a few
eking out
Subsistence in the fens
when
While
the guard dozed
One
by
One
They were despatched in their sleep
By a
Veteran
Pocket
Calculator

He was the last man living
Made his way out
to the lighthouse
Remembering some old film.
But the lighthouse
itself
Boiled him
Alive