Cluckmandias
(with apologies to Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1818)
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: 'Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a feathered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled beak, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear --
'' My name is Cluckmandias, rooster of roosters:
Look on my talons, ye Mighty, and despair!''
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal beak, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
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