Mount St. Helens
Deep beneath the mountain
the liquid rock seethes
and pressure builds
molten fingers grope,
probing for cracks
searching for expression.
The mountain presses down
resisting, suppressing the
destructive urge.
At last, incandescent lava
finds a week point,
pushes, forces the mountain
to buckle and bend.
Straining to contain
the furious fire
the peak swells
with destrutive potential.
Then up and out
with supersonic speed
Incinerating ash
knocking down and cremating
in its pyroclastic rush for freedom.
All opposition is burnt and broken.
When all is quiet
and the hot breath of death has past,
black snow covers everything.
Life struggles to reassert itself
and amongst the destruction
a flower blooms.
