A Reaction to the Doomsday Clock
January 22, 2015
—three minutes to midnight—
due to climate change.
In blue woods, one
tamarack tree snacks
on tattooed sun. Some
cut their throats
to implore more 4x4s,
spreadsheets, keyboards.
In limbo, frogs bite
dogs. The house
atop the falls rains
only tumbleweeds,
no seeds. Look out
your bay window.
Your flowers now
sound like hurricanes,
in this place where clouds
mud streets and rights
swing deep
in hot ruin.
Oceans are plastic, the sky
smells like science.
Kissing to bruise says
a watering can
spewing gasoline
Wavering from the soft unsaid,
what demands
importance
is a torment.
Rachel Beneway is a senior English education major and creative writing minor at SUNY Fredonia. She has previously been published in Gandy Dancer and Fredonia’s literary magazine, The Trident. She would love to befriend Junie B. Jones.