From The Womb Of Fire, Mavros (8) Poem by Captain Cur

Can nature stage a firm and final check
In this prolific and savage turmoil
With both opponents in the griplock of death
Freed from the links of Selection's coil,
Fruitfulness outweighed by the quest for mindless glory.
Creation beleaguered within the sea
Which wielded a dull and imperfect foil,
Man now stood erect with his head held high
Lost within the pages of his own untold story.

Skies inundated with a thirsting scourge
Powerful clouds sunk together quaking
Releasing a rash suffocating surge
Cornering the winds, then suddenly breaking,
Lightening delighting in its own making.
Mavros flew on unconquerable wings
Observing with long inquisitive neck
Dissolving in sudden lingering rings
Gliding through the bedlam of forming volcanic springs.

Mile wafting mile, and breath discharging breath
Marveling at this portentous event
Measuring his fire, its power and length,
Basking in the rich volatile ash,
Discharging hotter, till each flame was spent;
Then mapping the earth with indelible might
A looming shadow of his breastplate cast
Across the measure of unnamed continents
Marked with the pinnings of his sweeping blast.