Poem: Pompeii

 

Children singing in the rain, 1950 - by Barbara Morgan (1900 - 1992), American

We paid to be told 

parables of light

looking upon bodies

casted in white. 

The fine feathered fingers

of Old Testament God-

performed a rapture

caught now in sculpture, 

finality of fear, contained by glass. 

History aches, be remembered

begs even,  be repeated. 

Here comes the wagon 

bearing summer fruit 

turning wheels as if decreed, 

the logic of death was simple;

without light

without fruit

without our wagon

turning, bearing, into being.