HUMMINGBIRDS AND WOLVES

watching "under the volcano" in 2012/ is supposedly different than delving into it in 1984/ or 1947/ or all the same/ depending on what lurks under the volcano/ depending on in what street you encounter the corpse of albert finney/ then malcolm lowry/ grasping at an enclosed letter at the end of a service line/ deliriously going at the last drops of tequila before the mezcal/ wanting a love able to forgive the love that went away/ then a glimpse of Cain in an alleyway commiting suicide before laying hands on his brother/ then the tired explorer intrepidly darting into a newly opened void to catch the last flicker of light before its totality/ like the vulcanologist at Mt. St. Helens would delight in a cup of coffee an early morning of May, 1980/ just before the landscape was changed forever/ a flame that would treat everything like tinders/ ruthlessly go at it until total turmoil/ lay everything out as new/ waiting to be renamed/ forcing the question: if a white horse leaps in the night and no one is around to see it/ how can you learn how to ride/