The choking dust refuses to settle,
And the bass drum of the world keeps playing.
Killer red flows over the scape,
As the grey plumes from the looming cone stretch for miles.
Opaque black smoke searches out new victims,
Death like charcoal on the tongue.
White-hot air crisps your skin,
You can never run fast enough.
Destruction comes for the green,
Leaving only a memory.
The Earth’s very core releases its anger.
But the main attack eventually subsides,
Leaving as it came.
The destruction rages on, however,
For an orange virus escaped the clutches of the mountain,
And nothing can contain it.
Reality killed the daydream of quarantine,
Of safety,
Of security.
We will just have to sit-
And wait-
This one-
Out.
And the bass drum of the world keeps playing.
Killer red flows over the scape,
As the grey plumes from the looming cone stretch for miles.
Opaque black smoke searches out new victims,
Death like charcoal on the tongue.
White-hot air crisps your skin,
You can never run fast enough.
Destruction comes for the green,
Leaving only a memory.
The Earth’s very core releases its anger.
But the main attack eventually subsides,
Leaving as it came.
The destruction rages on, however,
For an orange virus escaped the clutches of the mountain,
And nothing can contain it.
Reality killed the daydream of quarantine,
Of safety,
Of security.
We will just have to sit-
And wait-
This one-
Out.
“
| — | Elliott Guiso |
