We built our house
at the base of Vesuvius;
in the shadow of that mountain
we made our home.
When the tremors came
we shook it off and carried on:
it was just the island settling.
When fire rained down,
and smoke and ash filled the sky
we did nothing but watch,
as the air darkened.
We knew- in the back of our minds-
that the end was coming, and yet
we did nothing because what was there to do?
They will come in a hundred years
and see the green grass and
the beautiful, vibrant blossoms
and know nothing of the fire that destroyed us.
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 9:04 PM UTC
We built our house
at the base of Vesuvius;
in the shadow of that mountain
we made our home.
When the tremors came
we shook it off and carried on:
it was just the island settling.
When fire rained down,
and smoke and ash filled the sky
we did nothing but watch,
as the air darkened.
We knew- in the back of our minds-
that the end was coming, and yet
we did nothing because what was there to do?
They will come in a hundred years
and see the green grass and
the beautiful, vibrant blossoms
and know nothing of the fire that destroyed us.
