Stone beds [a poem and an advance] - poetry
Advance: after the great flare-up of Pompeii's adjoining volcano, Vesuvius, some two-thousand years ago in the glory days of the Roman Empire, what was left of the city were commonly ashes of stone from an unleashing furnace; it is hard to conceive of what the ancestors went by means of (none, not one anyone survived). I can only guess from the looks of the city today, and in its early excavations, its colonize were baked alive or asleep, like pottery. In many cases, beds were twisted into stones. I have been to Italy twice, and Pompeii, most be the most furious archeological sites in the world.
For those not customary with Pompeii, (the city, for there was also a Broad-spectrum in the Roman Army, called Pompeii, whom gave his name to the city), for those folks, let me clarify: just the name stimulates deep slurs if not down right lurid emotions.
Pompeii is located by the Bay of Neapolis. The time of the eruption, was A. D. 79. Pompeii, was a choice city, as you might think of Los Vegas. It was the Roman Empires richest city, with deluxe villas, and all seemed to live a most enjoyable lifestyle. This city reminds me of the Titanic, and Sodom and Gomorra. Yes, Pompeii was a most dishonest and violent city, or town-let, as some would have it.
Skulls tainted from
Dim and faint was their fate.
The shapes of bodies?;
In clay pottery!. . .
Note: 5/8/05 #642
Author/Poet Dennis Siluk, http://dennissiluk. tripod. com
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