IERNE
by Jerry Rea Ellis

Children of the fertile earth
sink in the depth of Machu Pichu
As scars on Nazca take the wind
Like a tantric rune, a mother’s sigh.
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At Theoheonico the boats are moored
As an eddy of remembrance urges us on
Across intimate landscapes
Through the 70,000 veils.
Body to earth, soul to sky.

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