Oh, holy site
How can one even call it that
Already built up a god's holy ground
Oh, stolen pillars
Stolen from Ephesus, from Thebes, from those who you called heathens
You use them to hold up your blasphemous church
A church built from the gods' homes
Where they must sit, watching you desecrate their memories
Oh, Artemis of Ephesus
You, my dear goddess
You hold the most weight on your pillars
You watch the women wed unfit men in those walls
You watch the site be taken by men who mistreat women
You, gentle goddess, watch them still
Wailing, "What holy wisdom comes from this?"