Grindavíkurbær

Veins full of fiery blood
coursing through with angst and fear.
Seeking an out, feigning outre sentiments
in a world so modern, so knowing.
"All may be well", say the town criers.
Don't look for the pain welling up
beneath the fragile skin of your home,
your place of being, while the smiles crack
with fissures of sadness from below.
Oh when will we know, when will we know
that the snows won't melt away
from the cursed chaos created
so, so long ago?