The Plight of Pompeii
Pompeii!
Who knew it would happen in the wake of your day;
Vesuvius in one sweep would take your whole city away.
All go about the business of their normal day’s task;
Unaware that
Through Herculaneum a black cloud would soon pass.
For
It is there within the swelling ground
Beneath the soles of their feet
A fire god is seething
With an anger of insatiable heat
Suddenly!
A cataclysm of quakes, smoke, fire, rocks and gas,
Enclose one and all
To sleep
Forever
In gray tombs of ash.
From the past up to the present
An archeologist finds,
Objects that echo the fate of a people
Of a long before buried era and time.
Leaving their
Ancient bones to be chiseled
From stone, clay and brick,
Hidden
Treasured fossils of history
Discovered,
A time capsule,
Uncovered,
Puzzling pieces of a tragic story to fix.
Records of what took place
On that apocalyptic day,
When Mount Vesuvius rained down fire
On the sleeping city of Pompeii.
