Bringsup thoughts of Rome, with hint of the epic, the lost, the lamented, nice effort...
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"Some Pompei Deja-Vu" by Burgess Needle
The Etruscan woman sipped mulled wine
into future dreams seemingly worse
than peacocks literally
having their hues flamed to ash.
She startled her lover whose hand was drifting
to a pubic damp by suddenly sitting up
in night's caress gagging in fear
"What, my love? What comes to you?"
She was unable to tell him of voices roaring
from iron shells
green circles turning red
patterns of light blinked
DON'T WALK DON'T WALK
Trailing bed clothes, she pulled
her hair and only then saw
bright magma easing her way
Ash blew in open spaces and heat
beyond imagination embraced
their forms on!
til a millenium later
They were found
hands entwined
eyes only for each other
Blindly indifferent to mere spectacle
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(Posted on 2010-07-24 13:11:00 by )
Ash blew in open spaces and heat
beyond imagination embraced
their forms on!
Love that line!