and I’m off to make some children
laugh. Maybe not laugh, but smile.
And maybe not the end of the world
right now, but soon enough.
The children won’t know it when
it gets here, so it’s my job to make sure
the last impression in their tiny
minds is a happy one. Everyone
has a different job: some are tasked
with analysing the end of the world,
others with trying to stop it, and
there may even be one or two lucky
souls to sift through the mess. But before
that, the children need laughter.
And it’s my job to don the flak jacket
and red-nose and give them what,
in this scheme of things, they don’t
even know they need. We need.
Joshua Seigal
