Mount St. Helens 1974

We slept on black rubber body bags
in the mountain hut
high on the north side
of Mount St. Helens
under a diamond hard sky.

The bags squeaked all night
when we rolled over
and the mountain waited
for us to climb
its scabrous slopes
into the brilliant, orange white morning.

A few years later
that side of the mountain
erupted and slid
into the lake below.
At least nobody had to sleep
on those body bags
again.

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2 responses to “Mount St. Helens 1974

  1. So much of writing a good poem is about capturing the details – you have done that really well here.

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