Patara, Incomplete

( Turkey)

Full-baked illusion
Unravels in the jaws of the amphitheatre,
Washed-out bath floors,
The orkestra
Life chasing
Life
Amongst the colonnades
Clean lines
Reflected sideways
In unclean waters
How diminished a civilisation
That can no longer speak
Its own name

Women worship
The fruit of new seeds
What time has yet to steal
Lies scattered in an open field
Inventory of a broken world
Pieces inane
Outlines guessed,
Numbered
Incomplete