This sky
with you there and me here
is the same one as when
the Neanderthal played
with fire
as we did and still do.
Were there sometimes clouds
and were there sometimes
birds
before Pompeii blew its top
and I blew mine
over things it could no longer
hold
like did and still do?
How long the pressure,
how long the steam?
Into the air, into the sky, I
breathed a song and then I
shot an arrow
and let it go.
So many mountains to move.
Mauna Loa, Vesuvius, Krakatoa,
under this same sky
into the ether
blowing their tops, letting it go.
(Image cite: Vesuvius in eruption, October 1822. George Poulett Scrope, Considerations on Volcanoes, 1864) From: Pyle, D. M., (2017) “Visions of Volcanoes”, 19: Interdisciplinary Studies in the Long Nineteenth Century 25. doi: https://doi.org/10.16995/ntn.790)

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