Boiling over (La palma`s volcano)

Like ants they flee, or shipwrecked rats
from the anger that has no reverse
the earth beat its chest and spat
 now its dormancy had been disturbed

Precocious temper, as it woke
the starting pistol thundered loud
 teenager, go off on one, unprovoked
fling its arms, a redhead with incandescence, shout

Unconstrained the boiling pot
overflows and spews the slick
This is raw beauty, not some despot
 it's red tongues, devouring as they lick

Hot ash and smoke its waving flag
reclaim the moonscape, anoint with virgin land
in bawdiness it billows and it brags
stamps its foot, I AM supreme command

Black highways forged from rivers red
loss that only ever adds
creation stood upon its head
the sulphur smoke that makes you gasp

A majesty that cant be bought
striking like a serpent waiting poised
to it, our lives are less than nought
Natures bees hot sting, a long time sore