I will destroy it.
Plunge my hand in
the volcano and
rip out the heart.
Watching life pulsate,
coursing over
my thin, weary fingers.
And there will be
brief quiet
as the land inhales around me;
for i will squeeze.
And the fjords will quake,
and the glaciers will crack
and all shall perish.
While the once mighty whimper,
as it cries out unheard
for its heart.
But i wont let go.
Even as the geyser screams
and the waterfalls whither.
Until an overture of torment riddles this land
and i will squeeze
until
iceland is no more
