The Haunted Bay

Lights dimmed in
The haunted bay
The new Pompeii;
Flowing blood,
Glowing blood,
Hot lava weeping
Under a burnt siena sky
On rugged rocks,seeping
Into the grass entombing
Fleeting flashing smiles
And green mosaic tiles.

Blue veins,
Bulging veins,
Bursting veins,
Noble veins;
Throbbing coursing,
The tick-tock
Of broken clocks.

The beating drums,
The gloomy slums,
The scattered breadcrumbs
On tables, and climbers
Growing around cracked
Marble columns with their
Scrolls and hyacinth leaves,
The snapping cables;
Captured by linseed and
Bristling sables.

The shaking
Death throes
Of Kane and Abel,
Of golden fables;
I can see it all
Now flashing
Before my eyes.

Flashing,flying
Between her thighs
And darkened eyes;
The crumbling cement
And twisted steel,the
Tendrilled smoke
Rising like a paean
Wrapping around
Our fleeting days
And solemn ways.

As the lights
Dimmed in
The haunted bay
The new Pompeii;
Flowing blood,
Glowing blood;
Hot lava weeping
Under a burnt siena sky
On rugged rocks,seeping
Into the grass entombing
Fleeting flashing smiles
And green mosaic tiles.

They had
Lived and loved
The golden days
And noble ways;
Yet now encased
In rosebud tears
And captured years
Frozen in time
In hardened rock.

The scudding clouds
Strumming the sky
Like a weeping guitar,
An elegiac lament
For the new Pompeii,
The haunted bay.

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With a digital drawing from Nikos Laios

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