» auteur: Dennis Siluk

11)An October Afternoon in Lima, Peru

The sun sets upon my brow
A book upon my lap—
The city’s cars I hear nearby
—as a realm of thoughts…
Sink deep into my mind—

I am subdued by the cooing birds
And angels that whisper nearby—
My body seems to crave the stillness
—the beauty of the sky…
And the ocean sounds, nearby—

Note: written October, 31, 2005, at Martina Gomez’s, Cosmiatra, in Lima; Peru, while waiting for the author’s wife.

17) The Wild-cats of Huaytapallana (Nevados)

They run wild, the wild-cats of the Nevados
(by Huaytapallana)
—their hopes and dreams in a feast of baby-lambs…
Lo! behind hidden rocks, and mountain shadows—
Above the fleeting night—the sky lapse like foam:
Thus, here is where the wild-cats of the Nevados roam:
Roam the star—archival gloom….

Vague on night—no laws, they run: run untamed—
Roam the anew dark; born into a world of winds…
Winds and forgotten morn. Lift up your everlasting eyes
(I cry!…)
To wars unknown—to the hunters and farmers
Of Huaytapllana, and the Nevados…whom will kill you…
At blood-red dusk—; yes, ah! Yes…

They die a sullen death: poisoned wild-cat (s)!
A heritage of overdue fate—; thus,
Their appointed course of time, runs out: faint of
Breath!… (they will not see the dawn).

Note: #907 (written one day after visiting Whita-Pallana, and the surrounding Nevados. Information gathered by talking to the natives of the area ((written 10/27/2005))

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