N a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 2

PETER FENG

Fire of Earth

What was it that exploded around me, the blown gas

Wrought particles into a vortex filling the tunnel

The snake tongues of rocks licked my friends’ feet

Which started bleeding before running

My soot-covered eyes suddenly lit up

I saw a gale compressing granules into balls

Beating them down one mouth after another

Mouths fell on dripping rocks, torn by the storm

Ghosts leapt up from split bellies, screaming for joy

Knocking around for an exit from the tunnel

I was shoved by many winds away from the center of blaze

Climbing the lean, black cliff

My face was hit thrice by floating bones

I didn’t know fire of earth had undone so many

It even melted the drilling bit in my hands

My hands didn’t remember me anymore, neither did the night

When I rushed to the ground, they had already forgotten me