EYJAFJALLAJOKULL to you too!

EYJAFJALLAJOKULL to you too!

As if in orchestrated, measured
And yet quiet revenge,
A pall of ash is hurled
Into the stratosphere
And tumbles gently
Down from Iceland, closing
All the airports in the land.

As if a bunch of bankrupt
Bankers hatched a plot of
Purposed retribution, displacing
Fiscal meltdown by an underhand
(and one might say underground)
Agreement to engage in gaseous
(but quantitative) easing.

As if the arrogance of modern
Western humankind is
Finally brought down to earth;
As if on beaches, overcrowded
Bars and dim-lit lobbies of hotels
A people glimpse again their
Own fragility when nature farts;

As if God, too, goes on an Easter break,
Upsets the ordered turning of the earth
Cries “not at home today!” and
Chuckling, lays a film of
Heavenly household dust
Across the globe to say
In no uncertain terms “It is enough!”

After the prolonged shutdown of European
Airspace in April 2010