Mount Saint Helens

The orange red glow slobbered over forests
gnawing on their carcasses like carrion,
cindering ancient matchsticks –
laying out new landscapes over days
like pancakes on some forester’s plate.

The laver pumice pummeled snow caps
delving canyons with a levelers trough,
punishing kings and sowers and artisans
with an indifferent condescension reminiscent
of an actor’s agent negotiating contracts.

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