The Parthenon: A Desecrated Naos

Konstantina Alamani

Predominating the greatest city

From atop a majestic mountain

The sacred temple of Pallas Athena

 

A monument to mathematical perfection,

The Parthenon’s serene columns

Bear the burden of an evanesced secret

 

Scarred by time and hatred,

The glorious naos

Still stands in a flood of sky

 

But a crucial fragment was lost

To the unforgivable hubris

Of a mortal named Elgin

 

Immorally, illegally,

Elgin gashed the heart and minced the skin

Of the temple that survived from ancient days

 

Caryatids with hair of plaited stone

And vacant eyes staring straight

Weep intangible tears for their departed sister

 

Chiseled centaurs and gods

Like movement frozen in marble 

Are torn from the earth that formed them

 

Shackled sculptures

To be scattered and shattered

Across a distant land called Britain

 

Broken, crippled, defeated,

Supported by metal skeletons,

The Parthenon persists for her remaining pieces

 

But it is every person’s responsibility

To make their voices heard

So that the Parthenon can stand whole once more.