22 days of poems April

22 days of poems April

Vulcan

God help me

Volcano

Eye walked as nearly to the top of the slope the camera long past worry what eye sought was some Nirvana from the Holy Ghost the clouds were billowing forth some distance from the slope the swan could have been black to me the shape was facelike in this cloud of ash like Jesus in some hellish misting. What eye lost in photographic lenses could not admire me as this face to face encounter with this Mother Earth at birth at last. The silver of my suit was blackened by the ash the silicon face shield cost a fortune made of heat resistance glass. The filters were all plugging eye had to leave to run to last. Before eye left the face of GOD his Jesus his own Son was there looking down as iff he found a bug on there the side of this volcano was his Vulcan come to watch eruption. The supersuit kept me from feeling heat but not the dread. Eye walked past the camera tripod was just dripping ash eye flipped my visor down to make it darker just in time the hill exploded past the eye was moving faster.

Eyjafjallajokull in Iceland. Eye had to plug the suit into the side of the trailor almost at a dead run the sun was gone the sky was nearly covered by the swan was there in blackened wings of dead decay. Eye could hear the devil say eye killed Pompeii the very same way. Etna and MOunted Saint Helenes. Eye remember the archangel archaeologists finding things at Pompeii like horses intact wearing full dress battle armor but no one has suggested it was fighting brought down lavae. Lave erupts UP not falling from the sky the fire from heaven bringging judgemeant come from GOD. This stuff comes up then falls back down. Coming from below a much and differant source was Satan there in the sky in this disguised as this Black Swan? Eye turned too fast and disconnected my self had to hurry inside and get undressed eye grimaced into the faceplace opaque was all eye saw.