Nero’s dream

The flames are liking

starless heavens,

smoke’s devouring

city’s flesh.

A mad men’s dream

of old Rome blazing –

people perished

in their dreams.

Torches flying,

people shrieking,

watching silent –

gods above.

“Torch it all!”

the Caesar’s screaming,

“Let the fire

cleanse this hole!”

The purple dawn

is slowly creeping,

above the charred

city walls.

The Caesar’s tired,

in peace he’s  sleeping,

the Gods are calm - they never sleep.