III.

We rise
in lava cool.
This time we will explain it with
the Science.

Once a year or so I’ll be driving in the area at dusk or later and
a coruscating dash of light will tear the sky, so bright that the
leading edge of the flaming rock is illuminated. The destination
of the may.day.or is always right here; the best minds dunno why.

Anyways, this graveyard of starchunks is so remote
and the impacting stone so hot that it burrows
unseen deep into the terran crust. Our best studies
imply this happens 52 or a hundred 3 times/year.

Which it’s a lot of heat building up in a small arena.
The shocking wave shreds vaguely northeast
shoving up the biggest most beautifulest range del montanas.
Vulcanism is legit inevitable according to good models.

As the ground shakes with the force of a thousand freights,
magma is fated, internal cataclysm is experimentally
repeatable. Peer review vigorously if you don’t believe,
you will do it in language alien to the terralunar scraping raven.

(You will murmur datadriven prayerfulness,
Genuflect upon the radius,
solemn quantify hypothetic ritual play gourd whatever)
But yeah the bunsen, so burning yeah.

Every once’t in a wolf moon the heat spills up again
in orange rivers with pumice bombs, pyroclastic.
When the spew is cooled by snow say it again:
Perfect hills. These are geographic data, ennit,

Facts I tell you as well as pagan ontology.
The austere columns of b/rimstone
trace lineage back to stellar nurseries of Arcturus
or off the rails trainwrecks in the constellation Subaru.

8 Feb 16, MM 7