Last Day in Pompeii

by Spencer Keene

Volcano, photo by Toby Elliott
Photo by Toby Elliott@Unsplash

By the time we felt the mountain’s breath it was too late; the great

molten wave was bearing down on the town with the viciousness

of a Roman deity, snapping its Ionic columns like toothpicks and

spraying its glittering mosaics with flecks of char. In the distance,

the crystalline sky was clogged with Vesuvian belches, wheels of

ash barrelling down Mediterranean meadows in heavy clouds of

brimstone, littering vast plazas with spiced dust and filling public

baths with flame. Shadows etch themselves into marble walls like

graffiti, eternal testaments to our collective fragility. We embrace

for the final time as we’re consumed, fossils of an ancient love.


Spencer Keene

Spencer Keene is a writer and public legal educator from Vancouver, BC. His poetry and short fiction have appeared in a variety of print and digital publications, including SAD Magazine, Sea to Sky Review, Across the Margin, 7th-Circle Pyrite, and Star*Line Magazine.

More: http://www.spencerkeene.ca


Comments

2025-Apr-01 18:47

Nicely done, Spencer. I especially enjoyed.

eternal testaments to our collective fragility

Thanks for the piece.