Thummim

A lingering scent of frangipani
Clings to the crumpled robes strewn
Across the cracked red marble floor
A shattered agate krater stained purple
With careless wine libated by the
Cottabus players' kuathos
A golden sandal and three dice
Litter the littoral
Only a gecko
Sees the sequelae
Without eyelids
It gazes
From its coign of
Vantage