The Poet Apocalypse

"I am sick all these goddamn poets
lurking around here at all
hours of the night!"
Sam said.  And he slammed
the front door. Lillian
was in the kitchen
shutting the windows and
closing the blinds
"They're even trying to get
in this way!" she cried.
"Quick go around the house
and make sure the place
is locked down good and tight."
"The cellar!" Sam cried.
He ran down the cellar stairs.
The hatchway was bolted.
A few hours passed
and everything became
silent and calm.
"Sam?" Lillian said.
"What do we do now?"
"I don’t know Lillian.
God knows I don’t."
Sam said and lit
his last cigarette.