Tuner

The tuner was worn

Sweat soaked, broken in places

Voices, cracked and unclear

Fused into one tuneless wail

The search was desperate

 

I hunted for the station

The broadcast of the end times

A future, bleak, spoken with anxiety

Spoken with heartbreak

 

I waited on specific words

Fatalities, epidemic, chaos

I craved word of a breakdown

The downfall of civilisation

 

There was never comfort in my pursuit

Announcements were empty

Words stayed wrong

The frequency was evasive

I couldn’t tune into the apocalypse