Delphi

Aphrodite smiles, healthy,
On the temples far below,
In the ancient town of Delphi,
And the worshippers they know.

Visitors all rush past pillars,
Some have planned to stay for weeks,
They're ignoring Roman villas,
For the glory of the Greeks.

As the Goddess passes over,
She sees Delphi's looking old,
And the citizens, moreover,
Bring no offerings of gold.

At some new temple they're queuing,
Made of metal, not of stone,
To see the old ones lie in ruins,
Which the Gods no longer own.

Now these old Gods lie in mountains,
And they watch us all in vain,
We've lost statues, temples, fountains,
Which can never come again.