Pompeii

February 15, 2013 § 2 Comments

caught in the act
of final moments

what would you do?

run helter-skelter
through the street
or eat some meat?
wrapped up naked
in poses of fornication
or dreaming of the
never taken vacation?

hands up praising gods
and the local whores
or maybe scrubbing dirty floors?

without question
we’d all be doing something
you can’t catch nothing

so really,
what would you do
caught in the act
of your final moments?

driving your car
at one hundred twenty miles per hour
and in your stomach the drink turned sour?

sky scraper high
you’re ready to dive
and the local news camera’s live

each day seems
harder than the last
but relief comes through shattered glass

shards covered in your blood
and all heartbeats stop
with a single thud

the volcano.

The Reflection Pool