Pompeiian Pneumanoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis

A city thriving The streets rich with wine and gold The harvests are fertile as Gaia herself Bountiful be the population’s wealth Seismological activity Magma ready to explode Ashes earnest to take to the skies Fogging the roads (to Rome) Black clouds of superfine glass Lungs inhale and are ripped to shreds (Also melting like beeswax) Suffocation, the cruel succumbing Preserved for future excavating Cool-down under the dust clouds —A city engulfed in the shrouds; Volcanic Dust so thick If the goal was extinction, it does the trick.