Vesuvio. - Poem by PAUL COLVIN
Vesuvio. 10th February 2013.
No waters run, you cry no tears
And even still we live with fears
No waterfalls, no rivers, streams
And yet we sleep with darkened dreams.
Helplessly, from across the bay
They watched as blackness filled the day
Ercolano drowned as Pompei died
Whilst Napolitani wept and cried.
Undiscovered, buried deep
They lie, outstretched, as if to creep
Back to the arms of those they loved
As fire rained down from above.
Stripped from flesh, they bare their bones
Their nightmare filled with muffled groans
Their souls may Heaven ever keep
And waken them from silent sleep.
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