Cruelty, Forgiveness, Goddess, Hawaii, Legends, Pele, Pele’s Curse, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Revenge, Tourists, volcano
Even the T-shirts are tired of themselves,
But don’t take the lava rocks.
Pele’s curse is a real thing:
Cancer, heart-attacks, financial ruin.
Just ask Karen, who took coral and sand,
Then lost her dogs, her house, and her husband.
He gave me a heart-shaped rock,
And I got kidney stones; it’s true,
Pele has a bad temper.
Thousands of pounds of rock
sent home to the island each year:
Place this back from where it came,
They scribble out to some unknown.
Absolution, it’s that easy:
Your hollowed-out heart,
An envelope, a stranger,
And a cruel goddess
Who is supposed to forgive.