The Revenge of Ozymandias

(With acknowledgements to the previous post by T. B.)

I met a traveller from a defunct land
Who said: A vast and legless torso form
Lays in that waste . . . nearby and of like fashion,
Half sunk, a foolish visage lies, whose silly grin,
And simp’ring lip, and leer of cloyed compassion,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that petted and the heart that bled;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Liberalis, sap of saps;
Look on my works, ye Kindly, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
Wind-sifted grains of saccharin stretch far away.

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