Rising through steam banks
the pickup truck evaporates
the instant it hits the volcanic
wall: step in the veranda
of my pores, the great hall
known as my stomach.
The volcano
now in a wedding dress of snow
belchs spectacular ashen tears
into a God of a sky.
Consume - Digest -
the pickup truck condenses down
creeks fat with volcanic ash,
and in three great flips
of fire, says 'I do, I do, I do'