Sweet Vesuvius
Thy dormant dreams shroud our future curiosity
Encrusting the parched tentacles that cling to our weary bones
Whose cruel anchorage strips the flesh rendering skin to frozen ash
Dark tears to liquid stone
Breath immortal taints the sky whose bloodshot sun concedes the day
To the rivulets of the heart
Dust bowls gone awry
Without hope
Without fear
Without love
Betray me not Sweet Vesouuios
Towering Son of Zeus
Your smoldering cauldron enflames the moon’s eye
As your belly
Retches death
Without compassion
Without concern
Without atonement
To the lost souls of Herculaneum
Copyright 2010 Patrick Granfors
Thanks for sharing your thoughts with us.
Ron
Great one, you are now joining Orpheus poets and as Walt would had said, Captain, my Captain.
Georg
Love & Kinship,
Sage
Anna
ET
Be always safe,
Karen
Powerful Richard, and not funny at all! Blessings! Jasmin Horst