Lament Poem by Neil Crawford

The silence of the rocks and stones at the Oracle of Delphi,
brought me to my spiritual knees and awoke a fresh humility.

Boulder dumb and story full the ruined temples vie
for the quicksilver attention of the jaundiced modern eye.

Invading it like ants, a shutter clicking swarm,
we cast a cursory glance, its mysteries ignored.

When our'civilisation'crumbles what will our descendants claim?
..the glorious corporate burger and some cheap computer games.