Tomb of Tephra

A thousand years
And more have passed
I confess, I dream it still
When I could open up the ground
Tipping the ebullient bowl
Once more
Rain, Rain I fire down
For days and many nights
Pain, Pain of gruesome kinds
In the tomb of tephra
In the tomb of tephra!
I would be cracking
The damned core
To your Earth's deadly uterus
Seed my spite in ancient fire
And then let it rain again
With fierce nature
I was approaching
With intention to
Undo all the patterns
Running forth, breaching
And covering
What an irony and blessing
Of Vulcania
Out of sight
For sixteen centuries
O their remains
No one will ever know
Their overwhelming
No one but I
And so it must be
Rain, Rain I fire down
For days and many nights
Pain, Pain of gruesome kinds
In the tomb of tephra