Vulcan’s Bed
It’s been a while since I posted anything, and I figured that sense I’ve wound up with an, extra surplus of poems if you will, I’d throw one up for kicks! 
Vulcan once stood proud here,
until he spewed his parts from his dirty mouth,
shattering his body and the land alike.
As each sun sets,
his mighty torso reaches out
shadowy fingers, casting out to his scattered body,
canvassing it,
hoping his net might make a catch
and bring it home to rebuild
himself come morning.