Soufriere Hills, Montserrat

Soufriere Hills, Montserrat short poem

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The clouds shuddered as if stuck
you knew what would reach you
would not be a gentle breeze
as stupid and slow as you’d ever be
looking for a barrier a shield
managing to take one step back
before ragdoll cuffed on both ears
you slid across dirt and gravel
the stink of electricty packed your
nostrils and deaf blood flowed
into your sideburns – the mountain
blew and the rest of your life
would concern finding out how big –
getting back up on your quivering
legs thinking about deadly terms
such as ash fall and pyroclastic flow

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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