Circling Cipher

 

Like an albatross I fly

iImitating his movements,

refusing to lay eggs

on snow or ice.

 

I will lay my eggs

where ashes lay thickly

amongst lush growths

on rocks at low tide.

 

And still they will be hit

by the Antarctic air

and ritualised threats, or else

under that of a volcano, in fear

of being boiled alive, they will

just like the golden lizard

sneak to rescue at the risk

of scorching feet

just like us trying to beat

the waves and build

the best nest.

 

And black lava moves

like classical music

over rocks

and high volcano peaks

force clouds to drop

rain to fertilise ashes.

 

And as iguanas are brought

the rare chance of a drink

we are provided with fires,

the fires that give life.

 

And as small fish clean big

penguins stand like gravestones

overlooking cold seas

and a reptile dies on hot rocks

to keep a young bird alive.

 

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