Lives lie in ruins
And perceived wealth is covered in ash
Marble, stone, iron, crumbled memories
A paralytic shell of agony in last moments of terror
Vessels of life-giving water desolate and still
A lesson emerges
Face to face, a traveler in time, no difference in hearts, wishes, fears, embodiments
The city sleeps
Compassion flows with heartache
What is this new understanding of life
His arms shield his face for eternity
Surely Moses must have seen such searing light in the burning bush
Holiness or Destruction. Fear and Fear.
No word for volcano in their language; they simply didn’t know to run
From what should I run and in my ignorance I stay?
To what ruin do I remain?
Love covers all.
~A. Locke September 2014