Am I a Peg?

Shebna, Ozymandias---
Is my writing a tomb?
Do I stand with my city of poetry
To watch it crumble?

Are the Bishop’s words
Spoken of me:
I act, “I Am”?
Is my wasted breath for my own glory?

Or, am I a peg,
Which when the weight bears down upon it
I one day break?

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