An empty calm descends
The house cooling and falling into silence
As motors cease their humming
TV and radio dumbing down
Their chatter and bulletins
Hushing to join this armistice
Of quiet within the day
Juice no longer in the wires
Plugs and sockets redundant
Clunky, hard, dead things
Lying unused, discarded
Their life-force spent
Retreated down the circuit
Beyond a small switch far away
No energy, nor electrons flowing,
No easy electrical force
No pumps or motive power
No timers, clocks or lights blinking
Alarms disabled, motors crippled
Equipment and components lying still
As if awaiting further instructions
A deathly hush ensues
Through empty rooms and corridors
Broken only by a ticking mantel clock
Its clockwork power beating out the passing time
In the darkening, gloomy light
As the quiet falls heavy and unsettling
With a presence of its own
Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2012
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