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Peruvian Gift To Juanita (for lack of your real name) Chiseled naked from the ground Spun into last century with frozen tears Still prisming blue moments of Peru We isolate your gust of moment In our lust for testimony Better to be dust Did your sacrifice insure An Inca rain? Were you content to serve And did men dance As you were shattered On the mountaintop? What matter does the universe preserve? If I could smash This freon dungeon Touch your face and Brush your long dark hair, Would you whisper Narratives of glory Share your toys, or Melt back through Cold epochs of alone? Powerless and shrouded By the hourglass- Juanita, we are gazing At each other Bone to bone |
Additional Notes:
(for the young girl discovered mummified on a mountain
and excavated after 500 years. Scientists call her Juanita.
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