Death and Laughter
a clapping burst of rain
reverberates
hollow remains
of long past nights
a stormy reminder
blotching red stains
and the last man standing
to a lions roar for thunder
as the bottom fills,
this cracked
and broken empire
between
columns of death and laughter
an evolution repeats
a love of resolutions,
death and destruction
and we act,
as if we castigate modern murder
for Nero's heart
has taken his own life
Pompeii her final revenge
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