Poetry

Awed

Stone storm raging
Under the glacier,
Spouts of fire
Explode its ice

As house-size
Fragments shoot
And spatter and fall
Like grains of rice.

A great grey column
Of dust and ashes
Spreads and shreds
Through the atmosphere,

Grounding us
By the hundreds of thousands,
Awed to a trance
As the ashes fall:

So it isn’t our planet
After all.

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