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.