Monday, 3 August 2009

Mt. St. Helens I

So dark everywhere that the trees were not remembered
over the sound of our own voices.

Minds
much louder than our fire,
we watched the wings of insects in a
glowlight that wasn't theirs

and reason?

The trees laughed,
their moss a flamable smile for our stupidity.

1 comment:

Buckaroozachari said...

I like how you state, "much louder than fire,". This comparison has a concrete feel to it although it is an abstract comparison in many ways.