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If You Can’t Take the Heat, Get Out of the Lava

Cover your eyes, Sybil.

Soothsay your way out of here.


The volcano has a name you know,

written on the tag of its t-shirt.


The augur’s stone

circuit bathes in the starlight wake


of a prison ship escape pod.

You have to choose: Vesuvius


or the world as lead

glowering ember


ash. Clouds swallow the city

as dawn breaks the billows.

Posted 05/11/14
This poem is part of a larger series (Bigger On The Inside) written collaboratively around and through episodes of Doctor Who with the poet JenMarie Macdonald.
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