When they talk their voices
Sound like those attending
To flights about to embark
Rise with all its bulk
Its faulty hull high above the
Chaos below.
We find comfort in the newscaster’s voice
Steady as she breaks it to all of us
that planes are trying to stay afloat &
Out of plumes of volcanic ash a
cumulus thunderhead from angry Vikings
That will freeze jet engines
From fire to ice in a split second
Iceland has frozen Europe’s arteries &
Will continue to push forth around the Earth’s
Circumference with its Dragon’s mouth wide open.
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