Kelud’s Grey Beauty

Unheard here, Kelud erupts and its fine grey anger reaches for space. Its chariot, the streaming wind currents, carries its message afar, to the west. Grey beauty settles across a city, fogging the air, snowing the trees, caking the asphalt. Through open windows and vent holes. invisible snakes of dust sneak inside. Wisps of finest ash are knocked by breezes from the trees falling lazily onto the ground and floating sucked into human lungs. Masks protect the lungs from poison as bent backs and hoses clean and clean. This is far away from the rumbling anger. There, in Kelud’s sovereign territory where some have died and many are homeless?