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The Volcanologist’s Lament II

From the distress of the undressed—

unbedded rocks, tripped-over tree limbs—

scurrisome bugs and so-many-legged pedes

unhomed: life is in the running fight,

that telltale scatter of things driven to endure.

We all know the reaper’s come-hither claw wag.

Without cipher, the flourish and thrall offers so little,

yet faced with lavasilk on the slopes, we stare.

What has the flame to offer?

Survival is luck and love of oneself,

timing, smarts, a pinch of learned-the-hard-way.

Lava can warm you with the heat of all it has burned.

What it gives, it has taken.