Prompt #2: Take a piece of junk mail, and replace nouns with words from a beloved poem, then modify it until you’re happy. My source material was a pamphlet for a Jehovah’s Witness church left on my doorstep, interspersed with words from Shelley’s ‘Ozymandias’.
In the vast before he died,
Ozymandias assured his faithful
sculptor that they would be with him
in his heavenly visage. He later
promised a condemned criminal:
You will be with me in sand,
in decay. Bare and boundless, take my hand
as our works surround this colossal wreck.