Sapokanikan

The cause is Ozymandian
The map of Sapokanikan
Is sanded and bevelled,
The land lone and levelled
By some unrecorded and powerful hand
Which plays along the monument
And drums upon a plastic bag
The "Brave Men and Women So Dear to God
And Famous to All of the Ages" rag
Sang:
"Do you love me?"
"Will you remember?"
The snow falls above me,
The renderer renders:
"The event is in the hand of God"
Beneath a patch of grass,
Her bones the old Dutch master hid,
While elsewhere Tobias and the Angel disguise
What the scholars surmise
Was a mother and kid
Interred with other daughters,
In dirt in other potters' fields,
Above them parades mark the passing of days
Through parks where pale colonnades
Arch in marble and steel
Where all of the twenty-thousand attending your foot fall
And the cause that they died for are lost in the idling bird calls
And the records they left are cryptic at best
Lost in obsolescence.
The text will not yield, nor x-ray reveal
With any fluorescence,
Where the hand of the master begins and ends
I fell, I tried to do well
But I won't be
Will you tell the one that I love
To remember and hold me?
I call and call for the doctor
But the snow swallows me whole with ol' Florry Walker
And the event lives only in print
He said:
"It's alright,"
And "It's all over now,"
And boarded the plane,
His belt unfastened;
The boy was known to show unusual daring
And called "the boy”,
This alderman, confounding Tammany Hall,
In whose employ King Tamanend himself preceded John’s fall
So we all raise a standard
To which the wise and honest soul may repair,
To which a hunter, a hundred years from now,
May look and despair
And see with wonder
The tributes we have left to rust in the parks,
Swearing that our hair stood on end
To see John Purroy Mitchel depart
For the Western front where work might count.
All that's long gone, go out,
Await the hunter to decipher the stone,
and what lies under now the city is gone
Look and despair
Look and despair