Overnight the wind tossed two lawn chairs about The revolution abandoned them bottoms up Unoccupied and whoopsy-daisy down Leaving them unable to grace the dawn
Sheet-metal thrones, unoccupied, alone Ozymandian relics among the grass Where once (yesterday dusk) two wise men sat And ruled the lawn with their single-malt thoughts
Oh, who will raise these royal seats and speak With authority and knowledge to all who seek?