fires
September 30, 2017 at 2:27 pm Leave a comment
fires
when the fires had died
we found ourselves dancing
in ruins.
destruction was so splendid!–
how odd the rebuilding
is so painful,
so slow.
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The original subject was Nero and Rome (the addition of drunken partiers celebrating the event was apocryphal at the time, and occurred supposedly at his villa; that it occurred at all on his orders is modernly disputed; however, remember ‘sugar of lead’ and the following dementia).
That this would be applied by either side to the other of this modern debate that does concern the survival of anything resembling current human society and probably the survival of humanity makes the fires…very probable. The personalities of the two main actors on this peculiar stage and the fact that they act on characterizations rather than studies leads me to the conclusion that disaster is nearing the inescapable.
“God bless us all, Tiny Tim.”
Indeed.
I have categorized this under utter stupidity (mine) for a reason perhaps obvious to those who have been reading me. I won’t and can’t go further, unless I leave [have left] information for after my death. I probably would have done something like that were I in a situation necessitating protective measures; I probably would have quietly reiterated that verbally and actively. Since I of course couldn’t be in such a situation I wouldn’t and couldn’t have done such a thing. Final note; I rarely if ever leave a note like this without reason.
Entry filed under: Ancient Poetry, poetry, utter stupidity (mine), voices. Tags: fires, poetry from voices.
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