Rest on shores with lost Pompeii <br />Molten red silk disguises ideology <br />Control the mother of serpents <br />Burgundy tapestry covers conceit <br />All the vacant look on the war <br />Rattlesnake quills <br /> <br />Under the lava feel broken shackles <br />Some fly like angel men <br />Some are crushed in themselves <br /> <br />Public baths serenade slave ships <br />Hot dusky cells of bi-polar chains <br />Resident split of matter and soul <br />Screams as silent as patricide <br />Incest where glass eyes stare <br /> <br />Covered in lava like living strife <br />Casts of hot thermo dynamics <br />Like Camus silent universe <br />Purple cloaks amidst the emaciated <br />Vesuvius has no roses <br />Pompeii burns like an entombed pharaoh<br /><br />Joseph Narusiewicz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pompeii-4/
