This is a poem with a wandering scheme about a potentially deadly force. Can you answer the questions posed?
[REDACTED] is powerful, reliant, and tall
He performs every day for the plesaure of all
He towers above the gawkers below
Who've come to enjoy his regular show
We've found now, in fact, routine is rather
Bimodal in form meaning you sometimes gather
For sixty or ninety minutes before
He starts up his act lasting one minute four
At the most but sometimes it's short
Ninety seconds - abortHe's not safe to get near though he means no harm
His own strength betrays him - he carries no arms
His father was Washburn who named him quite aptly
Although his performance is not quite the acme
His brother wins that title though he was named first
Not jealous a bit, though, as both quench the thirst
Of travelers seeking adventure and grandeur
Ironic a bit, given permanent tenure
He's a prisoner, see, and can never leave
But cry not for him. As a nation we've
Formed quite a home surrounding all sides
Of this giant whose entertainment provides
Joy for all the visitors who
Have come here again to view
The wonders provided
And all, breath bated,
Await the show
Do you know
the right
site?ANSWER NOW, FOOL, 'FORE HIS ANGER EXPLODES
AND UNLEASHES POWER HE'S STORED DOWN BELOW
HIS ENERGY'S GREAT AND POTENTIAL MIGHTY
HE'S TRAPPED HERE FOREVER HANDING OUT DEATHBLOWS
IF YOU WANDER TOO CLOSE YOUR FLESH SHALL BE RENDERED
FROM MORTAL COIL SO SOFT AND SO TENDER
FEAR HIM, YOU MORTAL, LEST YOUR CASUAL STRAYING
RELINQUISH YOUR SOUL TO HIS BEASTLY BLENDER
TELL ME HIS NAME AND THE NAME OF HIS HOME.
WHY IS HE TRAPPED AND CAN NEVER ROAM?
TELL ME THIS QUICKLY OR YOUR SOUL I SHALL HARVEST
AND BURY WITHIN THE BEAST'S CATACOMB