More poetry for the edge of the big hole: 

“I met a traveller from an antique land,

Who said—“Two vast 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 sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;

And on the pedestal, these words appear:

My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;

Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

Story by Paul Karolyi

Soundprint recorded by Rae Solomon

Music by Blue Dot Sessions

Additional support from the rest of the Range & Slope Collective

“Holy Shit We’re Fucked Blues” by Jesse Wooten. Hear more of his music here. 

See some pictures of Fort St. Vrain at rangeandslope.com

Hear more about nuclear Colorado at the Ross-Broadway Branch of the Denver Public Library on Saturday, September 14 at 5 pm. We’re hosting a panel discussion about the plant and nuclear power in Colorado. RSVP here.