Lanzarote   i.m. Gwilym Lewis 1925–2013   Disaster’s happened, so visit a crater. Here there are eighty, the island’s spine, A herd of trailing mastodons coming in For milking. Each lumbering cone’s   Littered with lava bombs Hardened to hand grenades, torn-out Tongues or pumice hearts. That one there’s Mine, but it’s far too […]

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