Like his namesake, Byron was inspired by an old Roman statue to express himself in verse

Angel

Angels have always watched the world pass by.

This one has been watching for over a century now.

She watched as the once proud buildings around her crumbled, their gleaming stones fading to a dull, muted hue.

She watched as her slender arms crumbled to dust, the rain picking flecks off her shining white face, her wings dulled by age.

She watched as the people curiously picked at the bones of this city. Digging. Moving. Making... something new.

Now the marble is covered by fabric, men pulling up poles.

A curious face busily dusts off her feet, muttering something in a strange tongue.

She will wait, perhaps a while longer, she decided.

Byron Duncan