Vulcans

Adder toothed flowers snake         the broken ground where         molten tongues cremated         the twisted, bunker forms -         a Latin cross of         green jubilation         lies matted atop a         sweating road, calligraphy in broken stone.         As trembling shale collapses into thin hills,         light fuels to cross the Pale.         A little exploratory weeding droops this lava rain.         A long, dove fence comprised         of stones & rattled by ancient slaves         winds its distance         along the gully         borne in fire, percussion caps,         cretin growth         lobbed under         creeping wire.         Shafts of pioneer light         delight in coral baskets,         empty twilight darts the         agave swords' mauve pitcher plants.         The 1692 Tremens decimated Port Royal[1]          - moved a ravine from         florid to mossy shadow         where antler shoots today announce         temperate plants, eclipse by-gone tropic flowers.         [1] An earthquake destroyed in the seventeenth century not only the         stronghold of Jamaica's pirates but also changed the topography of         the North Shore creating Fern Gully.