The Marginal Basin Song

The Marginal Basin Song by Chris Stillman (melody: Lead us on, thou Heavenly Father)
On a margin runs a canyon down into the ocean dark; There's a basin slowly filling with detritus from the arc. Refrain: For the drifting causes rifting, Opens basins mighty fine Which strike-slip will close in time. With volcanics there's no problem; they're erupting all the time; Fill the thin with pillow lavas, sheeted dikes and serpentine. Rising slowly from the ocean filled with gritties coarse and fine, Are you fore-arc? Are you anti-arc? Are you just a geosyncline? 

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A Geologist's Ode to Olivine

The Geology Poem  - Ode to Olivine in Thin Section, a poem by Brenna Lorenz 
In basalt a lurid green Bespeaks the savage olivine; Mantle's child, born of fire, Restless in the open air, Little beads of anger bear The torture of desire. Silica upon its face It suffers, helpless, in disgrace, Its powers of reaction bound By solid's bond and cage, In agony confined to rage Unstable and unsound. Its birefringent power plays The sifted light to rare displays; The haunting, primal colors tell Of fire and fury's flag unfurled, Flag of fluid, nether world, Beneath the fragile shell.