Ozymandias Parody

I met a traveler from a ragged land,

Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

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

Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor, well those passions read

Which survive yet , stamped on these lifeless things,

Living lifelessly inside the stones,

Your name, your home and breath and bones

Are possessed and encased in the timeless tomes

You are the hand that mocked me, and you are the heart that fed;

And etched in stone and steel, these words appear:

My name is Homo sapiens, Hominid of hominids;

Look on my Works, ye wretched Mighty, and despair!

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that sinking Wreck of stone, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch yet further away.”