A doggerel series
about the countries of the world.
Algeria.
In Africa.
The north. Much sand.
It is a
storied, fabled land.
Where
conquerors have made a stand.
Then failed.
And left their ruins there.
Sahara’s
winds blow everywhere,
Removing,
hiding from the air.
And all who
came—and all who died?
I think of
Shelley, still our guide,
And Ozymandias’ pride.*
*from "Ozymandias," 1818, by Percy Bysshe Shelley:
“My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
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