Doomscroll
Amazing all the ways the world
is ending. The ice caps melting
at the poles, sea levels threatening
Venice, Jakarta, New Orleans—
will they still have Mardi Gras
when Bourbon Street’s underwater?
Oil spills, wildfires, trains derailing.
Ukraine, Sudan, Yemen. Bodies in the streets.
Don’t say gay in Florida or be it in Uganda.
The smart move is keep your mouth shut
& have your epitaph ready. Even some mornings
when it feels like things aren’t so bad after all,
you catch a glimpse of your reflection
in your smartphone screen & Morgan
Freeman’s voice says Hope is a dangerous thing
& you prepare for the worst & forget
the other part. Even when you turn off
your phone off for the night & close your eyes,
you can still see the screen glowing in the dark,
beaming every bad tiding in your direction—
cops swinging batons, kids jumping off bridges,
killer bees swarming, Burmese pythons
breeding in the Everglades, alligators
creeping from the lake.
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The phenomenon of globalization leaves you with this responsibility of staying informed but not getting overwhelmed but without a guide on how to do so. Great write!
Yes!!
Everybody is being real today.
This is proof ” hope is a dangerous thing ”
We hope , and we write and we are 🙂
Realized I was holding my breath at the end.
Great poem!
You capture the unease well here.
Great poem. It has a Billy Collins-like feel to me. I don’t think you’ve ever written (or shown) a bad poem!
Oof, right in the stomach. An amazing description of how it feels to be right now. Great job!
I knew I was going to like this when I saw that title. Also, a hard read because it really is too much, but that’s what makes this so necessary. I especially appreciate the commentary about hope in the middle.
Oh! And it’s brilliant how you begin listing things again at the end, after turning off for the night. Captures the sense that every day just brings more awful. A well-written piece!
captures the tone of living today
especially love the title
I am especially fond of this:
The smart move is keep your mouth shut
& have your epitaph ready. Even some mornings
when it feels like things aren’t so bad after all,
you catch a glimpse of your reflection
in your smartphone screen & Morgan
Freeman’s voice says Hope is a dangerous thing
Bad tidings indeed. Enjoyed it, nice foreboding image to end with, alligators creeping from the lake.
Kevin, you captured it all quite well!
Oh Good Golly Miss Molly! What a poem! That middle section is such a strong bridge between doomish events. it gives us pause to think and examine and breathe. The glowing screen, however, keeps on with its tragedies, even while we pause or sleep. I dislike the events chronicled, but I also think this is one of your best poems! Remind me to look under my bed for alligators tonight!
Thanks so much, Sylvia. Look out for those alligators!
My this feels so true. I love that you are able to make poetry out of our current state. And those alligators creeping … I think of the Police song “Synchronicity II.” A reckoning.
Yes, it’s so hard not to be consumed by the daily doomscroll. Powerful poem, especially because it’s unfortunately true.
Resonates as a modern description of Pandora’s box. You didn’t mention hope, but I sense a faint implication of it.