(With apologies to Shelley)

I met a traveler from an post-modern land

Who said: “Two glass screens

Stand in the amphitheater. Near them on the dias,

Half sunk, a shattered image lies, whose pensive brow

And wrinkled lip and longing gaze of hope and change

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things.

The mouth that thrilled them and the heart that bled.

And on the pedestal these words appear:

`My name is Barrymandias, King of Kings:

Hear my works, ye plebeians, and be transformed!’

Only the teleprompter remains.” —FrankenShelley