Snapshots

The audacious and naive,
To harvest time like maize in springbloom.
Petty scythes; dull and tainted iron,
Hacking, hacking. Fruitless labour the farmers bled.

Prized pick rationed; spoils-of-war they trumpeted!
Alas, a rancid breeze and flaying heat steals all
But the frigid decay, an artefact of rumination that
Neither feeds nor nourish.

Entwined - grapple-hooks
Eke the flesh, scale the mind.
A damning shroud; apparition of folly that binds eternal,
Graying yester to wispy now.

Pompeii saw the thick and ash, torched and razed,
A glutinous funeral, yet inked by
The caprices of history. For the stoic dead
Never tears.