Instructions for Volcanoes

There is a list
of things we did not ask for.
Holding Luck by the throat
we intended to interrogate
timing
and Moirai
knowing Pompeii did not
go down laughing
But still
there are roads here
scattered with brine and dust and old songs
and everything is combustible.
I am not afraid of the dark, or of ghosts, or of broken bones;
In the end, all we will remember
is what we wanted most.