Hot
Boiling
Glows
Glow
Flows
Flow
Strong
Down
Down
Into the valley Into the sea
Cementing
Its place
In our memories.
Fine Dust Flies
Far
Far-
ther
And
Fast Fast-
er Eastward O’er
The ocean Islands covered Together.
Her deepest Grumblings
Like a scorned woman’s Persistent
Mumblings
Raging,
Temper Escalating We all sit Waiting
For the next Boom!
