I did not kill my towering friend,
The fondness of my trust,
But when I blew his statue down
He vanished with its dust.
I did not scheme to shake the earth,
His pedestal and stock;
I only dared to breathe upon
That posed imposing rock.
I did not mourn its epic fall
Whose form was but a dream,
And yet my heart still conjures up
Its Ozymandian theme.
Ed Morris, 2023
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