the mountain belched, dyspeptic innards
grumbling intestines, and bowels of the earth
erupted, spewed, vomited hot burning lava
red molten rock and smoking fumes
filled the air with havoc
heated temperatures at searing heights
melted proximites chased organic species, yet
trauma becomes a weird grand show,
a spectacle of awe and delight
photography and familiar sight
settles some of the fright
on an hundred TV channels
curiosity knows no bounds,
looking over the rim
on the voyage of the voyeur
vertigo grasps and hurls me in
sitting in my armchair is so confusing
millions of subatomic particles
passing through my body
make me feel itchy and queasy
and my soul uneasy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem