Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Fickle Life 2

** fickle life 2 (a slight rewriting)**
The tiled remnants ash crusted
Of another Pompeii house
Gives us stern remembrance
Of when Vesuvius coughed
Makes us acknowledge frailty of life
How fickle life can be
For in another city in another place
The eruption is merely news
Stories written of their fate
Beyond sliding doors of time
Through which actions moved
The difference of the unaffected
How we often mark the course
Of I knew him or was there
Only an hour before
I often travel along that road
Or buy something in that store
Yet fate and time had not combined
To place us at the epicentre
Of unscheduled volcanic eruption
Or another person's strangeness
Another person's political agenda
For you were safe on another path
Yet none of us can see what lies ahead
Perhaps a failure of tyres to grip
An encounter with a desperate junkie
Your maiming may be minor
Less complete than death
And then you will discover
How deep runs the thread
Of your own good humour
If you possess the resilience to resist
Darker moods and treasonous thoughts
Which take you out of time
Discover then as Pompeii learnt
When Gods harsh actions take
There is little poor mortals can do.

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