House of the Tragic Poet

Two thousand years, a tragedy is past Yet it's history still leaves us aghast. On a night, dreadfully dark A volcano erupted, leaving it's historical mark Mount Vesuvius erupted in 79 AD The first recorded in all of history The entire city of Pompeii Defiled and buried that fateful day On written account of a man named Pliny can we view this volcano's ignominy A city in which artist and poets did reside Everything was not lost, the day all died In centuries after, excavation has commenced The city of Pompeii, antiquities recovered since The House of the Tragic Poet, one of many unearthed I will tell you about, from it's peristyle to hearth Elaborate mosaic floors, frescoes on the wall An inscription in Latin, from a dog guarding the hall. The atrium filled with with Mythic Greek nudes From the peristyle Achilles to be sacrificed exudes Art along the east wall are of Achilles and Briseis and the tragedy of Helen and Paris, all cherished About the entire house, a living poem depicted Along with words, owner, an artist addicted. Two thousand years ago, this home was owned Loved and nourished by a Popeiian unknown. The House of the Tragic Poet If you saw, you would know it. A. Green