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Alabaster pillars
reach to heights I’ve never known
Marble indentations
feed the facets which have grown
Carved before the spectacle
that time forgot to keep
Oh these ancient sites I find
my mind decides to reap

Sculpted statues stand there
looking down with faces stern
Painted garments scaled off
overgrown by grass and fern
Dwarved I dwell among the mute
no figments of my mind
Looking at me with those eyes
austere and far from blind

Goblets made of copper
shimmer bright the vintage vine
Amethyst and ruby
circle close atop the wine
Tables set for many
with a feast for all to share
Here before my hungry eyes
which now can only stare

Mossy marble benches
are my bed now for the night
Hungry I go sleeping
in the slowly fading light
Shuffling through the darkness
ghostly visions of the past
visitors from ancient times
But sleep now comes at last

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June 16, 2017
Copyright © Chris Green and Darren White

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