THIS IS ONE OF THE LAST ONES, BY MINA LOY

Marble

Greece has thrown       white shadows

sown

their eyeballs with oblivion

A flock of stone

Gods

perched upon pedestals

A populace

of athlete lilies

of the galleries

swoop the facades of space

with spiral curves

of idol substance

in the silence

A colonnade

Apollo haunts Apollo

with the shade

of a lost hand