The grandeur of the avenue
Doric columns stand
Regal and polished
Oblivious to the surrounding chaos
Hatred in ink sprayed black
There are places that don’t belong to geography but to
time*
Ancient
city, people
ancient walls, rituals,
heroic leaders enshrined
in legend,
an era
long gone.
The fall from grace
Is heavily burdened
with blame and
fear
What has become of you Hellenism
In this new world?
the inheritance
Custodians proudly embraced?
watching from abroad
Powerless to intervene
The Antipodes is weeping
Zeus can
no longer will his way
Gods of
Mount Olympus make your presence felt
*Saul Steinberg: Reflections and Shadows
