OZYMANDIAS’ COLOSSAL WRECK
Ana M. Fores Tamayo
(in homage to Percy Bysshe Shelley)
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.
Ana M. Fores Tamayo: I advocate for marginalized refugee families from Mexico and Central America. Working with asylum seekers is heart wrenching, yet satisfying. My labor has eased my own sense of displacement, being a child refugee, always trying to find home. In parallel, poetry is my escape; I have published in The Raving Press, the Laurel Review, Indolent Books, and many other anthologies and journals. My poetry in translation and photography have been featured at home and abroad too. Writing is a catharsis from the cruelty yet ecstasy of my work. Through it, I keep tilting at windmills.
Caroline Furr: Life in Oklahoma, Texas, Los Angeles (MA in sculpture, work in museums and galleries), Barcelona, Philadelphia. Ongoing exhibition history since 1974 in painting and sculpture. Freelance design for home furnishings, interior design on the East Coast. And writing.