Bouvet IslandA Chapter by Kenneth The PoetHe is the windswept, loneliest rock, barren and cover'd all in ice.
The most remote place on Planet Earth. Frigid and unpopulated,
coated in bird s**t and fish guts, unmanned weather stations. Amateur
radio nuts go there to exploit the unused prefix, Triple Y.
The man is Bouvet, Bouvet Island, possessed by the country of
fjords and Vikings and heavy water that could be green and glowing
detached away from his emotions and feelings of other people.
The Southern Ocean South Africa, Australia, Bouvet far away!
A volcanic spit. A caldera with a lake of hot, molten lava.
A ticking time bomb set near a triple junction of tectonic plates.
South America, Antarctica, Africa, the plates all collide.
A conclusion that is inexorable and frankly frightening.
The conduit is a shotgun barrel waiting for the buckshot to
exit. The crater and the lava, the muzzle and the spent cartridge,
distorting worldwide normalcy for eons to come, except he's a man
and the world is his own small community. A neutron bomb walks
in their midst. Every man is an island until the clock stops working! © 2011 Kenneth The Poet
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Added on May 27, 2011 Last Updated on August 17, 2011 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
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