Must I live under the volcano?
Muscular, reserved, performed,
Even perfected –
I gesture to the world
And he to me affords a laugh
As to what’s coming.

So I was early, of good stock,
(Pronounced early as ‘The One’)
Sent bravely into the cauldron
To make sounds,
To talk of heading west,
Into the eye of God.

I am before the wind of a storm,
But also swept into its path

B H Fraser