We were none the wiser, I shopped the stalls,
for bread, for father was treating us to a
luxury.
He'd been offered overtime, and we didn't have it
very often. But he knew we were down, and hungry.
Feeling the earth move, the gods were either hungry,
like our empty stomachs.
Or they were punishing us for not giving enough praise
for there gestures of kindness..
We heard the rumbling of Vesuvius, like an empty belly
rumbling for worth.
Then we heard the screams, as the mountain spat its
anger towards us, we had no where to run.
To hide from the mountains anger was futile.
We huddled together,
praying to our gods
for salvation..
But our plea's were unheard,
had we put our faith in the wrong god!!!
Hearing the dark snow fall like pebbles and then the
ash of concealment.
Suffocating in our prays, we huddled tighter than
life's last breath... and then we
were like statues
frozen in a moment of futility...
A once flourishing moment, buried in times
concealment.
We were found, shells of our former selves,
huddled in eternity a love.
Fossilised in a last moment,
telling the future we died together,
a moment of love shown through the ages...
