Greek Gods
How fast they fall
from the heavens
pounded to stone dust
a culture of thought
reduced to tzatziki sauce
stare at the statues
of broken leg and limb
this empire is dead
the next one too
on and on the merry-go-round
spins
the last tango is never in Paris
just ask Napoleon
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