Kea

The fires that burned so intensely here
Have faded, but they will not go away.
The still remains of anger, and of fear,
Vulcanized and fossilized, will stay
Until fresh flows of rocky anguish gush
Across the still-embittered landscape's heart.
Then, only then, with that ecstatic rush,
Will anything here change; unless the start
Of slower processes is seen in this:
The quiet reappropriation of
The stone by wind and raindrops' calming kiss
Eroding harshness into growing love,
Until, of course, the fire flows once more
And covers all the landscape as before.