Where cruise ships stop in sapphire sea
To observe its crags and rough terrain
Wrought by forces under strain…
An outcrop ragged, wild and bleak
Where questing tourists come each week
To clamber over and admire;
No more – these trails now breathe fire!
New Zealand, rarely in the news
Save when this ring of fireworks spews
From deepest crater gas and smoke
Extinguishing life at a stroke.
There was no warning – no alarm
No impending fear of harm
But Mother Nature’s mood swings mean
She is indeed a drama queen.
Death is swift and burns are deep
Locals vigils quietly keep;
Some bodies found, flown back with care
While mourners wait – in media glare…
Death in paradise – no TV show
Think Pompeii’s pyroclastic flow;
Man thinks he knows what he’s about
But in fine, Nature has more clout!
(c) Poet in the woods 2019
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