Temple of Zeus

By David Capps

There’s a darkness and a dust

At the top of Corinthian pillars

Which no one sees. Pigeons,

Maybe, where marble bled. 


Held together by iron shafts,

Five or so have collapsed
Into sterile dirt, like vertebrae,

Zeus’s fatigue after Ganymede. 


Pato Bosich 

the navel of the world



Oil paint, silver leaf, adhesive, on printed paper

From the series 'The Dying Pythia'