Islanders (last draft for a while — not feeling it anymore)

sanctuary
is often disguised
as lava
boiling out of the sea
in poisonous fog
where hell breaks
the waves

surtsey
rose like this
the galapagos
the azores and canaries
and all of hawai’i

paradise found
rising wreathed in toxins
from the gaping seams
of tattered old
pangea

we barely waited for them to cool
before we landed

the old world had
its dangers too

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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