tv report from iceland
the reporter goes inside
the cloud of grey silence
inside it, ashen swans glide
in silence, soot covered
ponies graze on soot
he has found a tiny lit cottage
the camera waits with him
as he knocks and she opens
her wooden door
for the world
or a neighbour
the two children are delighted
and very blond
in the kitchen
behind the lace curtain
behind the glass
behind the volcano
that sends quiet pieces of glass
and sand and smoke
into the belly of airplanes
they do not even cough
they just fall
the reporter is in a sunny helicopter
the pilot knows his way around
this cloud of night
he’s from Iceland
he says Iceland
more than anywhere on earth
brings
night and day
fire and ice
heaven and hell
closer
tv report from iceland
the reporter goes inside
the cloud of grey silence
inside it, ashen swans glide
in silence, soot covered
ponies graze on soot
he has found a tiny lit cottage
the camera waits with him
as he knocks and she opens
her wooden door
for the world
or a neighbour
the two children are delighted
and very blond
in the kitchen
behind the lace curtain
behind the glass
behind the volcano
that sends quiet pieces of glass
and sand and smoke
into the belly of airplanes
they do not even cough
they just fall
the reporter is in a sunny helicopter
the pilot knows his way around
this cloud of night
he’s from Iceland
he says Iceland
more than anywhere on earth
brings
night and day
fire and ice
heaven and hell
closer
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