Ozymandias: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings/ Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Ozymandias is a character in a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley, known for the line "Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
London is a poem by William Blake, known for the line "In every voice, in every ban, / The mind-forged manacles I hear"
Extract from the Prelude is a poem by William Wordsworth, known for the line "Small circles glittering idly in the moon"
My Last Duchess is a poem by Robert Browning, known for the line "That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall, / Looking as if she were alive."
Charge of the Light Brigade is a poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, known for the line "Into the jaws of Death, / Into the mouth of Hell"
Exposure is a poem by Robert Browning, known for the line "Our brains ache in the merciless iced east winds that knive us…"
Storm on the Island is a poem by Robert Browning, known for the line "Can raise a tragic chorus in a gale"
Bayonet Charge is a poem by Rudyard Kipling, known for the line "Bullets smacking the belly out of the air"
Cold clockwork of the stars and the nations is a line from the poem "The Cold Within" by Robert Service.
Then the shot-slashed furrows threw up a yellow hare that rolled like a flame is a line from the poem "The Bayonet Charge" by Rudyard Kipling.
The person tosses his guts back into his body and the drink and the drugs won’t flush him out.
The person is told about 1066 and all dat, about Dick Whittington and his cat.
The reader’s eyeballs prick with tears when reading about the War Photographer.
Tissue is described as the sun shining through their borderlines, the marks that rivers make, roads, railtracks, mountainfolds.
The person carves out their own identity.
King, honour, human dignity, etcetera are dropped like luxuries in a yelling alarm.
Poppies are described as being bravely walked to the front door, thrown open, the world overflowing like a treasure chest.
The Emigree is described as a bright filled paperweight, possibly sick with tyrants, branded by an impression of sunlight.
The person checks out their own history, bandaging up their eye with their own history, blinded to their own identity.
The person is on the ground, sort of inside out.
The remains of a person are probably armed, possibly not.
Kamikaze is described as a shaven head full of powerful incantations, dark shoals of fishes flashing silver as their bellies swivelled towards the sun.
Kamikaze and his people learned to be silent.
The Emigree’s city takes the person dancing through the city of walls.
The person is not left for dead in some distant, sun-stunned, sand-smothered land.
The person is described as a healing star among the wounded, a yellow sunrise to the dying.