Irkalla Lustre

Hooker with a heart of gold” he says.
I wish I could remind men, the story of Gold.

A Lustre hustled
Wrenched with toxin-flushed lust from
clefts in the earth
the silenced lacunas.

A reminder.
gold is beaten.
Its leaves eternally autumnal.
not far off,
a volcano rumbles.