The catastrophic arms
of the Andes,
which spring traps
too late to flee.
The stoic odyssey
of its Inca children
who accepted death,
at the hands
of their gods.
They went
to subliminal heights.
To the clouds in the heavens.
Voices, in ravines
of terrifying proportions.
Reaching to the ultimate mansions
of the spirit.
Where the gods
ordained the evaporation
of the soul,
reaching with white fingers
among the peaks.
Machu Picchu, city of the gods,
where men cannot breathe
without understanding
the divine.