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.

LIFTED

for BM

It is noisiest here in this middle place,
He made certain preparations. He attended to the birds.
The stars above Alzon.

behind the house, out of sight.
clear sky above the ocean,
and, as usual
was still there, snoring softly, while the children were
of crossing the road;
I was the man who was extraordinary.

other friends in bars and sports clubs, and soon we had a

The bathtub was simply full of the victim.
'Invisible Mending', but no-one went in or out.

Adam and Lazarus were never seen again.

somehow hidden:
while so much of my father was missing.





as a freedom sound (do not cherish memory): which is

river, which of course they cannot see: the park is


There are new words for love
Benevolence and Hope and Dichtergeist.



and drawing room and wealth
has started to croak something,