Pompeii

In my mind's eye... the moth dances before the flame - and lord, dear lord I am left speechless.
I see our great blue waters - I see the silvery fish. Ahhh it is the fish of life! I must grab this slippery creature with both hands, and eat from it's flesh.
Now me has been gorged! So I waddle about - my head on a swivel, my full round belly protrudes, my step is true and bow of leg.
I scamper from straw hut to straw hut. I watch the women and babes as they sleep. I stare with wide eyes over them. Their peaceful faces... so glorious.
In my own hut I chew on old wire and copper, as it is my birthright you see. I check my supplies while I stuff my rucksack. I stuff it deep, and I stuff it full.
Then I run a mile up the canyon and howl for mercy at the moon – my fists in the air.
Panting, staring breathless and alone at the summit. The night sky is lit up with a million roman candles, and the ocean swells in a blood dance. I whisper the prayers of old, as tears well up in the corners of my eyes and the acid begins to wear off.