Mummified like the Pharaohs of yester,
Old black, red, yellow, brown, bright green, old blue…
Left in some painter’s palette to fester,
What could these hues mean for a select few?
This leaves a trace of what was, though no clue;
Lasted more than Ozymandias, who
Left only some decayed, timeworn statue:
O Painter (third of his name), we assume
Your signature is here, mere gravestone we exhume.