Eugene S.

Cumbre Vieja

Why will you not stop
Flowing, building, screaming
Your presence is relentless
Clear vision flees from you
From your heavy acrid breath
And your sulfuric rumblings
Devastation lies in your wake
As you forge a new foundation
One with no regard for the past
Why will you not go away
Contemptuous tormentor
Must I endure your malicious waves