By RACHEL SWIRSKY [Ideomancer.com] – From “Evening in Pompeii”:
Four days, we’ve gathered
in the ampitheatre
watching the death god’s children dance,
their enervated limbs drooping
through movements slow
as old women’s speech.
In place of eyes,
their hollowed sockets burst
with meadow flowers
orange and red and bold.
On the horizon, Vesuvius
…
The complete poem at Ideomancer | More Chronicle & Notices.
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