The Merchant
Roberto E. DeBourg
Reaching out to heaven
Ashes fly the length
Falling over rooftops
Flailing all the strength
Futile search for shelter
Still inside the walls
Rich in years but timeless
Frozen burning molds
One more observation
Ceases every breath
Falling from the mountain
Secrets of the dead
Head of the remaining
Last one to go out
Quiet like a painting
Stuck down on the ground
Buried in the ashes
‘Till the present day
Clashes down and crashes
Merchant from Pompeii
One more observation
Ceases every breath
Angry was the mountain
Secrets of the dead
Dug up for the masses
Aging with each day
Motionless in poses
That won’t go away
Nature sensed intrusion
Lashing out one day
One breath from Vesuvius
Took it all away
One last observation
Ceases one last breath
Fire from the mountain
Secrets of the dead
Roberto E. DeBourg
Reaching out to heaven
Ashes fly the length
Falling over rooftops
Flailing all the strength
Futile search for shelter
Still inside the walls
Rich in years but timeless
Frozen burning molds
One more observation
Ceases every breath
Falling from the mountain
Secrets of the dead
Head of the remaining
Last one to go out
Quiet like a painting
Stuck down on the ground
Buried in the ashes
‘Till the present day
Clashes down and crashes
Merchant from Pompeii
One more observation
Ceases every breath
Angry was the mountain
Secrets of the dead
Dug up for the masses
Aging with each day
Motionless in poses
That won’t go away
Nature sensed intrusion
Lashing out one day
One breath from Vesuvius
Took it all away
One last observation
Ceases one last breath
Fire from the mountain
Secrets of the dead