Eternal Apocalypse I’ve managed to escape a coming ice age; A mammoth hasn’t tossed me to my death. I’ve dodged the planet’s ozone-waning end-stage; Our green and pleasant land’s still drawing breath. The polar bears are plentiful and healthy. The ocean hasn’t swallowed coastal homes Of cunning cons who’ve grown yacht-owning wealthy By dishing fishy gloom---it pays to moan. I’ve lived beyond Cassandra’s worst predictions; Each year there’s one more fear for seers to stoke. I’m starting to believe experts’ convictions Are punchlines to a sick, archaic joke. Now eons on from each horrific warning, Unless we all go vegan Gaia fries. Ingest a burger and we’ll all be mourning--- Our critter-littered Eden curls and dies. Wild tempests, torrid seas and horrid weather Will shake our ecosystem to the core, Then wreck our offspring’s wondrous world forever--- It’s etched in Chicken Little’s book of lore. I’ve lived beyond the forecasts of extinction, But now I fear the Reaper’s grimmest knock. The irony of false prognostication Is ducking doom to croak from years of shock. Love in the Time of Coronavirus Go don your mask and don’t ask for a kiss; To lock our lips is wickedly remiss. The heat of skin on skin could leave us sick; We’d better make our hot encounter quick. And if a teasing tongue is your intention. I must point out that all the experts mention Such friskiness will pose a hairy risk. Before our lustfulness ensures you whisk Me off my feet and straight upstairs to bed, Perhaps we’ll get the Scrabble out instead. First published in Light Poetry Magazine Susan Jarvis Bryant is a church secretary and poet whose homeland is Kent, England. She is now an American citizen living on the coastal plains of Texas. Susan has poetry published in the UK webzine, Lighten Up On Line, The Daily Mail, and Openings (anthologies of poems by Open University Poets).