Pompeii Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Rest on shores with lost Pompeii
Molten red silk disguises ideology
Control the mother of serpents
Burgundy tapestry covers conceit
All the vacant look on the war
Rattlesnake quills

Under the lava feel broken shackles
Some fly like angel men
Some are crushed in themselves

Public baths serenade slave ships
Hot dusky cells of bi-polar chains
Resident split of matter and soul
Screams as silent as patricide
Incest where glass eyes stare

Covered in lava like living strife
Casts of hot thermo dynamics
Like Camus silent universe
Purple cloaks amidst the emaciated
Vesuvius has no roses
Pompeii burns like an entombed pharaoh