Zero Hour

Zero hour

A sudden chill –
Is it just cold air or has
the long winter fallen at last?
The news was three days ago,
there's been no signal since.
Only endless static,
Electromagnetic
fallout.

Aimee's sick
with worry that the plants
won't grow. She stands and rants,
her fists clenched, her face red.
Trying to hide the dread
of endless static.
Electromagnetic
fallout.

Historians,
with the luxury and the power
to look back, will call it Zero Hour.
When angry men ignored their fears
And set us back a thousand years.
And in the endless static
find Electromagnetic
fallout.