Mourning is a Radioactive Mirage

I.

Your dance of harmonic tremors in the rift zone are over
In the deadlock of destiny young fern fronds grow, singed and rusty

Upon the graben valley between two warring fault lines
Goddess Pele devourer of land and Kampapua'a, feral hog former husband

Igneous insanity from breathing deleterious gases

Her paroxysm fractures creation

Pele struck her fluvial daughter but no volcanic sacrifice was necessary

Collapses the cliff swallowed by the ocean

Losing her was like a Polynesian paradise obliterated by an atomic bomb

II.

God's tears fall in mammoth, obsidian raindrops

The soot avalanche mixed with debris formed in the dust cloud of Kilauea's explosion

Sonic boom hit by the shock wave flash in my soul

Radioactive numb my brain to the core

Blister my crater center, engulfed by the island gods' legend mushroom cloud struggle

Unexplained angelic failure to stop the gushing molten magma

Heaven and earth mingle

Glittering strangely like a mirage with bits of broken rainbow

Ring of fire around our shattered trinite hearts

A prayer cloud eleven miles high, flames of rage rising into the stratosphere

Navigate mourning in a tailspin flying blindly

Radioactive wasteland

All that remained, a lapilli path of stone to the kukui doorframe