Zeus

Standing tall, in gold.
Crowned in ancient smells,
and the carved names of myriad travellers.

Eternal eyes to the east,
Unblinking and uncrying.
Each risen sun warm on the cheeks.
Lips that kiss each night dying.

Strong and silent,
in ivory and wood.
Still, in sunbeams' touch.
Would that I had seen so much.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.