Inspecting the Hoard

At Tel Nimrun a hoard of coins

told a story of its rise, and how

the aspirations of those Roman Kings

built high walls, and stretched their arms

outwards to that veiled and misty East.

Such is the way of Empire.

Like a tide

it hungrily covers the beach

with its slick molecular foam.

But its retreat

leaves a smell of rot

and layer after layer of fulsome debris,

Only occasionally do you see

the glitter of a noble face

with its surrounding panegyric to forgotten gods:

a heart-pounding find; and you

are at one

with what was once a glorious feast.