Eyjafjallajökull

She coughed and sighed
and breath-winds blew.
The oceans' tumult turned and threw
Her glassy sneezes overseas:
Top of world, brought to its knees.
A plea to god
From souls in doubt,
while soulless madly shout about
Their deadlines and their man-made hiss
of cancelled noise and homely bliss.
None paused to think or to reflect
still none would humbly genuflect
or bow towards this high deflature:
a fart from dear old Mother Nature.

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