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Cenotaph

By Stephen Dedman
Jul 20, 2019 · 110 words · 1 minute

Close of the moon

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From the author: One of my rare relatively recent forays into poetry.


I met a traveler from an antique world

Who said:  Four vast and trunkless legs of gold

Stand in the desert...  Near them, on the sand,

Half sunk, a fallen banner lies, whose stars

And wrinkled stripes, and sneer of cold command

Tell that its maker 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:

"Richard Nixon, President of the United States:

We came in peace for all mankind."

Nothing beside remains.  Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.

This story originally appeared in Fables and Reflections.