After Ozymandias, by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
I met a poet from an ancient town
Who said: two vast piles of sandstone stand beside
Some deep blue water, near a laughing clown.
Near them, on the land, washed by the tide
Some shattered white sails lie, curved and strong,
Still full of the pride and awe they inspired.
The metal bridge of the City that could do no wrong
Long gone, with the cars once so admired.
A plaque beside it said: The Old Economy
Sydney 2000 – nothing else remains.
The New World works on total autonomy,
No need for cities, for offices, for cranes.
Human beings now are all one race,
No earthly chains in Cyberspace.
Frances Coll has seen the light and is moving to Tasmania ...