Seattle Snowpocalypse 2019 (a poem)

Seriously, you’d think nobody in this town had ever experienced snow before. Store shelves literally emptied of baked goods, meats, instant ramen, and even some vegetables. Other shops and businesses closing as early as 2 p.m., and a variety of events cancelled. It may not be cold enough yet, but as I write this some eight hours after snow began falling, I see very little accumulation on the ground, and maybe an inch on the roof of my car. On the other hand, at least everything is that much quieter…

UPDATE, 12:53 a.m.: Okay, now we’ve got some decent accumulation (about three inches where I am), with snowfall predicted to continue until around 4:15 a.m. But Alaskans and everyone living east of the Cascades are still laughing.

The carnage is horrific—
millions upon millions of snowflakes
plummeting to earth

survivors of the initial impact
doomed to burial
beneath the corpses of other snowflakes

even the hardiest flakes have, at best
melting in warm weather sunlight
to look forward to

The silent screams of the many billions
will haunt us for generations

(8 February 2019)


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