[00:01.40]The cause is Ozymandian
[00:06.52]The map of Sapokanikan
[00:11.92]Is sanded and bevelled
[00:14.57]The land lone and levelled
[00:18.15]By some unrecorded and powerful hand
[00:23.19]Which plays along the monument
[00:28.33]And drums upon a plastic bag
[00:34.81]The brave-men-and-women-so-dear-to-God-
[00:39.58]And-famous-to-all-of-the-ages rag
[00:45.95]Saying: Do you love me?
[00:51.57]Will you remember?
[00:56.85]The snow falls above me
[01:02.55]The renderer renders:
[01:07.11]The event is in the hand of God
[01:12.79]Beneath a patch of grass, her
[01:17.68]Bones the old Dutch master hid
[01:22.90]While elsewhere Tobias
[01:25.71]And the angel disguise
[01:28.30]What the scholars surmise was a mother and kid
[01:35.40]Interred with other daughters
[01:40.30]In dirt in other potters' fields
[01:45.10]Above them, parades
[01:48.31]Mark the passing of days
[01:49.64]Through parks where pale colonnades arch in marble and steel
[01:56.54]Where all of the twenty-thousand attending your footfall
[02:02.43]And the causes they died for are lost in the idling bird calls
[02:07.54]And the records they left are cryptic at best
[02:11.14]Lost in obsolescence
[02:13.47]The text will not yield, nor x-ray reveal
[02:15.60]With any fluorescence
[02:18.42]Where the hand of the master begins and ends
[02:22.94]I fell, I tried to do well but I won't be
[02:29.12]Will you tell the one that I love to remember and hold me
[02:34.93]I call and call for the doctor
[02:40.20]But the snow swallows me whole with ol' Florry Walker
[02:45.59]And the event lives only in print
[02:50.77]He said:
[02:53.42]"It's alright"
[02:54.57]And "It's all over now"
[02:56.00]And boarded the plane
[02:58.44]His belt unfastened
[03:00.70]The boy was known to show unusual daring
[03:05.17]And, called a "boy"
[03:07.38]This alderman, confounding Tammany Hall
[03:11.61]In whose employ King Tamanend himself preceeded John’s fall
[03:17.53]So we all raise a standard
[03:20.38]To which the wise and honest soul may repair
[03:25.80]To which a hunter
[03:27.38]A hundred years from now,?may look and despair
[03:32.31]And see with wonder
[03:33.96]The tributes we have left to rust in the parks
[03:37.69]Swearing that our hair stood on end
[03:40.87]To see John Purroy Mitchel depart
[03:44.81]For the Western Front
[03:52.55]Where work might count
[03:53.49]All exeunt! All go out!
[03:59.30]Await the hunter, to decipher the stone
[04:05.79](and what lies under, now)
[04:08.82]The city is gone
[04:24.35]Look and despair
[04:30.39]Look and despair