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.