Kuelap's Spirit, Impenetrable Darkness [a poem]
Wandering through unlit space!
If not for the swish of winds
Soft, warm naked face…!
Silent sounds roars from the dead
Embodied in stone-darkness—
Inside Kuelap’s Fortress
Here lost souls, wail for peace
Ripping and sweeping in madness
With fitful gusts
As I regained my frozen feet
Felt the pounding of his heart beat
Shuffled was their sacred ground
Of which they laid
From Horizons Dawn
I assured them from whence we came
We would not disturb them
Thus, he abruptly left back into his
(This Roaring dead soul)!…
#1300 7/28/2006; written at El Parquetito, Miraflores, Lima, Peru
Note: When I was in the Chachapoyas (Northern Peru), on the mountaintop in April of 2006, I visited the grand fortress of Kuelap, next to Machu Picchu, it is the grandest site in Peru, here I was with an archeologist friend, and a few others. Thus, the spirits are alive here, and are mad of the disturbance being caused them, so they told me, and so I told my team. The site is a pre-Inca site, that overlooks a valley, and river, most beautiful, not too easy to get to. A car can make it most of the way, providing there are not a lot of floods along the dirty dirt and clay roads, and there are many, many of them. And once at the site, you will have a small walk to its location, a guard, and tour guides are there, usually.