What I Said To the Traveller From an Antique Land

The Colossus stands as a regal glimpse
To that which may rightly be cast
      away.
And though we shudder to think
What fortunes may arise
On the brink of convergence
On that final, unknown day,
The Colossus stands, as it has, always,
Cast off and built again,
Destroyed and resculpted to fit the
       image, in vain,
Of every long shadow of age unto age.
And shudder, we will, at our fortunes,
       our fate,
Left to ourselves when the Colossus
       has fallen.
And shudder, we will, in the shadow,
       rebuilt,
As our fate for ourselves,
Our purpose, self-made,
Is made to build again the long shadow,
Long cast to the wind,
To cast its gaze upon our fate.

Written as a response to Percy Shelley’s, “Ozymandias”.

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