A wild, bedraggled, half-starved peacock
darts out of the russet weeds
that choke the stark white sentinels
along the Terrace of the Lions.
At night, French archaeologists
are haunted by the island owls
that call monotonously,
lamenting their decline,
in perhaps the final vestige of Ionian,
the island's tongue in years when all
paid tribute to the Delians.
Now there is no crevice
proof against abrading winds,
conspiring with voracious seas
to mill time's grain in unison.
Abandoned Shrine
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2010
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