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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