Steph,

Well, yes, one does not usually see this juxtaposition.

I recall photographs from the recent past of Mr. Hussein in all his glory, firing a rife in the air, or brandishing a sword in a photo-op.

I though that the poem spoke to the diminution of Saddam Hussein, who, trapped in a cellar, dug a hole and buried himself before U.S. soldiers moved in to take him into custody.

"Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away"

In a hole under a two-room mud shack on a sheep farm where he was hiding 9 miles outside of Tikrit … in so many ways it was far, far from any of his Presidential Palaces.

I wonder if any of Mr. Hussein's monuments will last as long as those in the poem.

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Eudaimonia