Ozymandias on Film
Flesh is not word,
But word would cleave
Like meat to mind.
Severed yet recall--
Leaf and stem; Grow--root--
Once wrung of everlasting
Speak, may I?--address
The matter? Trunk and stem and
Wind in hand. My unpolitic
Placard with timbre--
"Two vast and trunkless legs of stone . . ."
These words cling to sand
The glass like cellophane
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