Walking Volcanoes
Stand Tall and square
Their movements are large
and for the most part
they are on the quiet side
Until pressure builds
black and white merge,
the grey world seeps in
confusion ignites
the fear of control loss
a self fulfilling prophecy
sparks itself off
Unexamined rage
kept at the bottom of the well
rises, such lava unhindered
stronger than the volcano’s
humanity, it takes over
There is no amount of reasoning
there is nobody home
just molten lava
spewing in all directions
And when it is all over
it never happened.