Rainbows Overtake

Rainbows overtake the cutthroat
And the bull in Montana’s creeks—

For the biblically minded
One more sign that this time’s the fire,

Although it’s the fire brings the floods,
And your kind’s never known a world

Truly flooded from pole to pole.
If it were simply only the warmth,

Then ice would melt, the storms would mount,
Swimming things would all swap places,

But you know it’s all the new stuff,
The plastics and the words like us

That terrify you with yourselves,
With fresh monsters that thrive on them,

That threaten to make the planet
A sump you don’t want to fish in,

And who really thought a rainbow
Meant I’ll never try that again?