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i met a traveler from an antique land,
who said- "two fat and trunkless legs of stone
stand in the desert... near them, on the sand
half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
and wrinkled lip, and hungry expression
tells that its sculptor well those passions read
which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
the hand that grabbed food, the heart that fed
on the pedestal, these words appear:
'my name is nekomata okayu, the fattest catto;
someday when the existence of nekomata okayu
disappears from our daily lives
please don't forget me'
nothing beside remains. round the decay
of that fatto wreck, boundless and bare
the lone and level sands stretch far away"