OZYMANDIAS

"The worst of it, though, was what Morgan did to the poem. All of his filchings so far have involved his altering the original, usually making small or very small changes to the text but always changing the title, a puerile gesture of concealment."
— Charles Hartman here

for CH

As the poem paces down Main Street,
I shaved my fathers for the first time. The sun's going to rise.
Leaf.
Everything the hand of man lets fall is perfectly unlike
summer coming to term in cicadas' dozing.

Fire inside the lantern. Roots in Earth.
I surprise myself, don't you? Look at these books, this garden,
bear that weight.
The sun gives up and lets go of the horizon —
has no money, is proud of not having any money.