The eruption of Vesuvius

The day he witnessed
In an unearthly awe
With the painters eye
In black heavens lost

He told the story
Of those in peril
From the humanity
To the leaves and their tendrils

I look at it today
The yellow hearts
Flying in the black sky
Tearing the world apart

I wonder if he stood
Paralysed in fear
Or reveled in the purity
Of a destruction so clear!

Did he wonder about death
Or celebrate a life lived
Did he think to himself
Wrath like this can be willed!

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