Ash clouds make their way inside
Flash heat burns my eyes
You fade away, but heat stays
Turns my face to dust
Turns my brain to glass
When Minerva’s owl fails to arrive
01/03/2025poems/vesuvius
Vesuvius
Ash clouds make their way inside
Flash heat burns my eyes
You fade away, but heat stays
Turns my face to dust
Turns my brain to glass
When Minerva’s owl fails to arrive
There’s fog for 20 metres from here From here to screen To midwinter For the chill to draw out this splinter If I could, I would. See? I’m restless But in a wrestle Can’t follow the weather Can’t stay in the metre
Choose your fighter carefully Or you’ll be a well-honed knife That’s in search of fear It was a path You laid out For yourself Well, I’m too old to lose a breast As I fight for respect In the name of a straighter shot
