For TikTok, Instagram and Not . . . Eternity
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A buried sundial, buried in the ash
Of Pompeii’s death, saw time not marked by sun
For nearly two millennia. As trash
In holocaust, beneath a blackness, ton
Of black and pyroclast, time ended where
That dial was trapped. The moments, hours and days
Were sublimated far beyond the air
Of living even. Naked bodies’ grays
Were hidden in the darkness worse than mine
When I will be cremated. Moonlight failed
To reach them too. Romance without a shrine
Was sacrificed, with heat and blitz, impaled.
Now tourists walk about and see the dial
And body shapes and take quick snaps mean while.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Aug 19, 2024 | AP, AR, DI, PO, Uncategorized |