Saint Helens
With apocalyptic roar and the sound
Of the fifth angel’s trumpet, this star’s fall
From heaven collaps’d the volcanic north
Face, releasing in pyroclastic flow
Roiling, rumbling, demonic spirits,
Dwellers of the Abyss, vaporizing
Instantaneously man, deer and bird,
Blotting the sun, with roiling death’s ash clouds.
Today, this scene, once hosting Cascadian
Armageddon, now quiet, as the new
Heaven and earth reclaim sanctuary
Where thrush and grouse hide, deer and elk wander
Feeding ‘midst heather and lupine. Life does
Recover her tenuous hold on earth.
Written May 18, 2016, the 36th Anniversary of the eruption of Mount St. Helens
Copyright © David Palmer | Year Posted 2016
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