The Rock and Basalt Lava Party

The Rock and Basalt Lava Party

Here's the politics of it -

An election every million years,
manifestos erupting in white heat,
volcanic debate, a honeymoon period
the birth of a small star.

The electorate canvassed
among bleached stones;
polling on cadaver care,
how crematoria perform,
were targets met for erotica
in Pompeii and was
Krakatoa merely PR.

And when ash,
like a broken promise,
settles on still, silent lands,
who will ask for a recount
to trouble democracy's sleep?
Categorized as Poems

By Arthur Richardson

Very part time poem maker. Retired from paid work.

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