Fountain — Caroline Furr
OZYMANDIAS’ COLOSSAL WRECK
(in homage to Percy Bysshe Shelley)
— Ana M. Fores Tamayo
Serpentine trails stretch downward toward the Orinoco,
jungled twines on the canopy of heavens.
I walk, meander in and out of dreams toward my future faith
but then the passage metamorphoses and you step forth:
geometrical obtrusions getting in the way, I lose my path.
Home is where the heart is, but isn’t it
the goddess of my dreams to find the rock that lay with you,
or is it me that makes reality, that makes the science of escuincles new?
Paint the world with color bright:
I do myself that honor with archeological discoveries and bony structures
chanced upon the hidden quarries at a vanished cave, lost to the violence of men
battling for absolute power that—like Ozymandias’ colossal wreck—lectures
destroy, forget: like your love whose fleeting absence
I understand now will always be a transitory trick of light.