The sea has broken in and unconstrained |
Where once a pedestal and words appeared |
The beach alone lies now, unread, unstained |
And footprint, footnotes, never long remained |
Time is still longer, nor has ending neared. |
The sea has broken in and unconstrained |
It washed away in ages since who reigned |
What they accomplished, why they thought men feared |
The beach alone lies now, unread, unstained |
If, I say - if - an immortal long trained |
Weak ancient and returning eyes that once had sneered |
(The sea has broken in and unconstrained) |
What could Ozymandias find how 'er he peered |
One tooth perhaps, washed up of how he'd leered |
The beach alone lies now, unread, unstained |
No humble hermit crab some shard has drained |
To make its home in coils of marble beard |
(The sea has broken in and unconstrained) |
The beach alone lies now, unread, unstained |
Friday, July 12, 2019
The beachcomber formerly known as Ozymandias
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