Six years on, anti-war poems still stand as witness

In the early part of 2003, I was mightily pissed that we were set to invade Iraq. So, angry, in fact, that I wrote a poem and sent it into Poets Against the War, which eventually became Poets Against War. It wasn’t the greatest poem in the world, but it was heartfelt and relied a lot on the talents of P.B. Shelley. It didn’t make it into the "Poets Against the War" anthology, but it was one of 13,000 poems presented to Congress on March 5, 2003, by PAW rabble-rousers Sam Hamill, Terry Tempest Williams, and several others. So, I mark the anniversary of 2,190 days of pointless war with a poem.

Ozymandias Exploded

With apologies to P.B. Shelley

"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings,
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"

Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
stand in the desert.
Near them, on the sand, half sunk,
a shattered visage lies,
tells lies and more lies
about the desert war,
last stand in the desert,
last stand for oil in the desert.

Near them, on the sand, half sunk,
a shattered visage lies
whose frown and
wrinkled lips and
sneer of cold command
stand in the desert
keep standing in the desert,
stand for nothing in the desert.

I met a traveller
(might have been a poet)
from an antique land
or maybe from the future.
She came upon a statue in the desert
and on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is George Bush, King of Kings,
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains.

Nothing stands in the desert
nothing beside remains
but to take a stand about the war
in the desert;
nothing beside remains
round the decay of that colossal wreck
boundless and bare,
the lone and level sands stretch far away.

See the poem on-site at http://www.poetsagainstwar.net/displaypoem.asp?AuthorID=5733#453063245