Suppose some day, some later time, I stand
In the eternal Roma, beneath, you know,
The Parthenon. No. Get it right. No.
The other one. The. Palladium. No. No.
Pantheon. Yes. That’s it. That’s it. Pantheon.
Beneath the Pantheon I shall stand, gazing
At the gods and goddesses. (Are they
Still there? I believe they are.) And stand
Gazing. How will I feel? In that ancient
place? Amongst that Pantheon of old.
Old. But not eternal. Is how. I.
They return my gaze with timeless eye.