AT&T
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast trunk-lines of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, the shatter'd death-star lies, whose frown
And wrinkled stripes 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:
"And the company that will bring it to you: AT&T!
Look on my works, consumers, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
