Volcano

The fire breaks the news and clouds

the judgment, as the pall of smoke

carried by fear, takes the figment

of imagination to the borders of fancy

where Nicholas Cage in a 9/11

bunker gear, pushes through crowds

of panic-stricken, orders the Nancy

Pelosi types to strip into their beliefs

As those of younger age in 7/11

buy and buy and buy, Good-bye

In Sagas of yore, the Chief statement

was a-rove, a-kill, a-rape, a-take,

Now, at the foot of the ice mountain

They in off-shore shell companies in snake

oil derivatives, fake their audits

As the ash on the self-flagellant

has worked to quell only the vanity

of the webpage mission statement

The Apocalypse foretold in teacups

and coffee beans, forms in shrouds

of black particles that could in theory

bring down the might of the air force

But in subprime tv, repacked to laughter

about the name, the Icelandic jokes

accumulate like hedged options and funds

Where upon those in stranded rooms

beached by humour, fail to see the line

of government by press, and mistakes

Erupt into policy, now the Four Horses

Gallop through the European skies

First comes Unemployment, then close

by Inflation, then Stagnation, then whine

the three in conjunction, then Nationalism

Like the Spectre of Marx, it in formation

gathers, to cover first Austria, then Italy,

Then, and then, and then, and then,

Will Nick Cage and team train hoses

On the real Volcano, as it spurts hatred

from its rocky ass, its magna fed by discontent

and disatisfaction, the lava a tongue of Devil

turns all opposition before it into Comedy.