Tripoli beach trip, Sept. 6, 2011

Mannequin parts, seen at the beach in Tripoli, Libya, on September 6, 2011. Photo: Anis Mili/Reuters.

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  1. I met a traveller from an antique land
    Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
    Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
    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.
    And on the pedestal these words appear:
    `My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
    Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!’
    Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
    Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
    The lone and level sands stretch far away”.

    1. I met a traveller from a revolting land
      Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of plastic
      Stand on the beach. Near them on the sand,
      Half sunk, a hospital gurney lies, whose belt
      And round wheels and guiderails of cold steel
      Tell that its EMT well those patients wheeled
      Which maybe survived, pounded on those lifeless chests,
      The hand that intubated them and the heart that bled.
      And on the side these words appear:
      ‘My name is Ferno, Gurney of Gurneys:
      Look on my supports, ye mighty, and despair!’
      Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
      Of that bizarre wreck, tanned and happy,
      The lone guy in the sea wanders far away.”

  2. We have a problem here.She is not what she seems.Bubba Zanetti has it on good authority: she’s sent by the Bronze, full of treachery.The Bronze, take our pride.

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