Montaña Tingafa's Song

one day I heard a volcano's song -
it was translating in silence
wild forces of nature

in isolation within that crater

countless were its laps and hands that 
reached out to hold me

as I watched the sky thro' honey-bee's wings
the volcano held me in its stomach
and sung to me its lullaby 

there was an ancient tree in that crater 

with sun-bleached bows and branches 

using grarled witch fingertips to hypnotise me

and as I melted before its power,  fainting in its shadow 
I tried to hug that tree 
- like a newly forming fig clings to the mother fig tree