I left you with my books about the fall of Rome
And the frozen cruelty of Mount Vesuvius
Like in the fresco of
The toothless dog
Defending his home
I guard my tree house
My oak hideout
The flood may always come from fear of living
Or from the pool of tears at the roots
Always ignoring that
Volcanoes may
Erupt one day
And cover everything
That pokes their path
And leave all trace
Of mankind
For the wiser
Deacons and Darwin struggle
gnarling as gutter ghosts
Excavating every inch
unfit to chop this tree
Unable to stop those tears
And praying that
The fresco dog won't bite
When trying to open up
The door they'll say
It's just another
False alarm
And it won't make
An empire fall
Because we are prepared to survive,
we smile
At the craters of the moon
shining through the leaves
Fading the man in the oak
A lunatic
Another howling wolf
Claiming to once have fed
The founders of
An empire
Fearing the flood
An empire
Betrayed by a fire
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