Immortality is nothing to kill yourself over.
Ha. I never followed up on the origin of the name after its use in Watchmen.
One of the first television broadcasts was Hitler at the German Olympics.
That’s how we introduce ourselves to the universe.
By an honest-to-god coincidence, this was already in my clipboard, and I just had to hit Paste. I wrote this some time around 2017:
The New Ozymandias
I met a farer from a far-off strand
Who said, “Two giant feet of bronze, gone green,
In water sit, bedecked with broken chains
That show their maker well did understand
That bonds of former slavery, still seen,
Convey defeated servitude’s remains.
Near by, a broken torch lies, dead and dark
In grimy water’s tide that, fitful, passes,
And on the base, these words my eyes did mark:
‘Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses
Yearning to breathe free—’ Here ends the poem,
The rest is swallowed in the rising water.
Along the shore, starved, feral humans roam
Whose brandished weapons offer only slaughter.”
“I am Ozymandias, king of kings…”
October 31, 2014
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