THE ROMAN FLOOR

It was our house, Anneloni and Theronicus,
we'd made love on that floor, better for both of us;
it had been time to return to Rome in 400AD,
the Empire was over, the end to another dynasty.

You can see we were rich, could you afford that floor?
This was a governors house, with a giant entrance door;
it was a shame to uproot and leave such a lovely place,
but Rome beckoned us to return to the chariot race.

If you dug deeper, you would find a bathing pool,
where Anneloni's handmaiden's would remove every jewel,
the water was heated to a delightful body temperature,
with a filter to ensure that the water was very pure.

Will anyone find anything of yours in years to come,
your civilisation was temporary, nothing lasting, gone.