The Acropolis
By David Niall Wilson
Myth drenched and splendid,
crumbled — food for time,
Your temples standing idle,
With cats for priests &
The uninitiated swarming
About your battlements in
Spandex vestments,
Flashing memories from
Each moment to save
& savor.
Once Gods wagered upon
Your soil,
Drew lots for
Your people
Fought and lived and loved
In your heart.
Great Neptune struck your soul,
Brought forth water
Heavy with salt,
Pouring from a three-pronged wound.
Athena, from a single seed
Brought forth life,
And leaves, martinis and
shaded dreams.
To the victor go the spoils –
Spoiled walls, tarnished dreams,
And the cats hold court
In the temples of the Acropolis,
Athena’s temples,
Myth drenched and splendid,
dying, food for time.
22:19 9/22/94
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