Remote from your ancient time and place, what can I say
to or about you, ARV,?---late of slain, metropolitan Pompeii,
destroyed by Vesuvius on that awful, dreadfully surprising day.
Eras of History have passed over you in stately sway.
Yet, the Muse (he is juvenescent, barefoot) inspires and I obey
(nor shall be tempted to put this off, or send it astray):
I offer you this brief elegy, a sort of conversation---
you are remembered now because of scholars' excavation.
Starward