Here’s a sonnet inspired by Ozymandias, Jerusalem and Jesus
What went ye out into the wilderness
To see? Two vast and trunkless legs of stone,
Untouched by age or time’s corrupt caress,
Wandering their un-living desert home?
A grave is all that man has ever made
To last, to remind him that he is dust.
The finest of his works and words will fade
Away as sure as darkness follows dusk.
A fool could think to build a house of sticks
To shelter from a howling hurricane,
Or seek a Babylon to hold the name,
But ye have built Jerulsalem with bricks.
So bow not down before the crumbled head.
And seek not the living among the dead.