Ozymandias of Nuremberg
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: 'Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert.
A photo-op of a loved one |
Hitler stood here. |
Spotlights, aimed skyward, created the stunning "Cathedral of Light" |
Destruction of the Enormous Swastika that faced the hordes of devotees. |
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
This power station fed the Cathedral of Light. It produced enough energy for a major city. |
This Nazi Eagle once hovered over the station's doorway. |
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
(Just in case you missed it in the photo immediately above.) |
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.'
"You want fries with that?" |
Love,
Wilson,
and Robert
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