O how the mighty have fallen.....

I found this head in a junk shop, a piece of communist nostalgia. Maybe Leon Trotsky, the founder of the Red Army or a young Ho Chi Min, but I think it's Dzerzhinsky the founder of the KGB.

Shelley got it right.

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said:?Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Gone and almost entirely forgotten. Just sitting in a winter garden.