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?