Lord Byron’s Marking Stone
Upon Seeing the Temple of Poseidon,
Souion, Greece

Cold the stone
that bears the scars
Initials carved
so blatantly
For all the world
was not to know
the burning question
Where was he?

Lost in thought
I stand impeached
for where am I
but lost amidst
life’s columns?

Stood I there on
hallowed ground
warm yet the
breath of scholars

Hailed faint my
hand but for the
libertine, an ancient
bird took flight with
me encumbered.

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