Death And Laughter Poem by Ron Chornow

Death and Laughter

a clapping burst of rain
reverberates
hollow remains
of long past nights

a stormy reminder
blotching red stains
and the last man standing
to a lions roar for thunder

as the bottom fills,
this cracked
and broken empire
between
columns of death and laughter

an evolution repeats
a love of resolutions,
death and destruction

and we act,
as if we castigate modern murder
for Nero's heart
has taken his own life
Pompeii her final revenge