His volcano was embedded
Behind the lines.....
"Well, you said it."
With emotions embroiled,
His Fuse lit, his words oiled.
"Who left the baby in the bathwater
with the water on the boil?"
Tension simmers and empties fill the room Smoke hangs in the air
All you can taste now is the grease inside your lungs from the fires in the soil, from the fires in your soul.