A Postcard from Pompeii

Men, children, dogs and lovers
encased in ash, mothers with
babes in arms (Vesuvian clay
pottery figures) caught in an
instant of pre-nuclear panic
a necropolis devoid of sound
but for the echo of a thousand
thundercracks bearing down
the mountain to the bay of Naples
raining sulfurous fire like
there would be no tomorrow
the gods of Pompeii—a mongrel
mix of Egyptian, Roman, Etruscan and
Greek—brought the sea to a boil
before unleashing hell on earth
deaf to the cries of the faithful
lying dying in the streets
a postcard to inform our own atom-
splitting days.

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