Banksy Dismaland Show Revealed at Weston's Tropicana(bbc.com)

   I MET a Traveler from an antique land, 
   Who said, "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone 
   Stand in the desart. 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! 
   No thing beside remains. Round the decay 
   Of that Colossal Wreck, boundless and bare, 
   The lone and level sands stretch far away.

  IN Egypt's sandy silence, all alone, 
    Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws 
    The only shadow that the Desart knows:— 
  "I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone, 
    "The King of Kings; this mighty City shows 
  "The wonders of my hand."— The City's gone,— 
    Nought but the Leg remaining to disclose 
  The site of this forgotten Babylon. 

  We wonder,—and some Hunter may express 
  Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness 
    Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace, 
  He meets some fragment huge, and stops to guess 
    What powerful but unrecorded race 
    Once dwelt in that annihilated place.

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