Bozymandias

photo by John Sandel

My apologies to Percy Bysshe Shelley

Bozymandias

I met a neighbor from a nearby street

Who said: "One torn and faded doggy bed

Lies on a front porch... On it, in the sun, 

Eyes closed, a sleepy visage lies, whose frown, 

And wrinkled lip, and snore of old command, 

Tell that his owner well those passions read 

Which yet survive, stamped on this listless dog, 

The hand that fed him and the heart that loved; 

So I told my neighbor all about my dog: 

His name is Bozymandias, Dog of Dogs, 

Look on his works, ye Mighty, and despair! 

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay 

Of that beloved wreck, boundless and bare 

The long and level street stretch's far away.