The Tragedy of the Volcanoes
Laying
Tragically
slain by her own hand
Victorious
he sits at bended knee
Sorrow
and disbelief overtake him
Like
a gazelle being overtaken by a cheetah
His
tears fall like raindrops on a tin roof
Echoing
for no one to hear
Incapable
of leaving
Waiting,
praying
He
is a statue
The
moon and sun
Playing
their endless game of tag though the sky
As
he remains
Unmoved
by changing of the seasons
The
mountain signs
Unable
to breathe life back into her
She
remains
As
white as the snow she lay upon
Desperate
to become one
They
join the mountain
Not
as nourishment for the earth
But
as stone
Stationary
and immovable
They
transform the once silent mountain
Into
an erupting, impassioned volcano
Painting: The Legend of the Volcanoes (1940) By: Jesus
Helguera
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