Apologies to Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met an engineer with an antique plan
Who said, “Two vast and trunkless archives of Git
Sat on the backup drive. Near it, on the wall,
Half torn, a readme printout lies, whose text,
And wrinkled paper, and sneer of cold command-line,
Tell that its author well those manuals read
Which yet survive, stamped on these pointless things,
The hand that typed them, and the drive that sped;
And on the printout, these words appear:
My Github is 0zym4nd145, Coder of Coders;
Look on my l33t Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal disk store, crashed and burnt,
The lone and level tunnel floors stretch far away."