Love Poem

I want to write a love poem to a volcano, 
but that would involve learning to love God
and I’m not quite ready to make peace 
with the war yet. I’m still fighting, still kissing, 
still dancing in the steam. we planted 
poppies last spring, made holes in the ground
dropped seeds into the heart of the earth.
sometimes I wonder If everything is already
red even before it catches fire. what if 
this is all part of God’s blood red plan what if 
God was speaking through Margret Thatcher
when she assured the free world that 
nuclear weapons actually make us safer, 
what if our missiles land in His palm?
If that’s the case, it’s not peace I want, but
to build my own empire under the covers 
as we learn to love the trembling ground.