Poem: Return to Yanaca

Here, life is birthed Here, the beauty of The Pachamama Pure and untouched The Kuntur drifts High above the steadfast Apus Tied to his wings are prayers Of generations, Intiq Churin The pueblo, Andean pueblo Centuries enslaved by the sons of Castile A decade oppressed by the sons of Mao The progeny fled Ancestral land abandoned Abode between rebar spines And concrete walls Beneath umbrellas of corrugated metal structure The song of Zorba it plays no more Like a trickle the seeds of the patriarchs spread For but a night, for but two weeks They shelter beneath artisanal tiles Between the hard organic walls From the Uku Pacha, life reborn The Yawar Fiesta reminds them This land is their home. Poem: Rachel Gamarra Photos: Jean Gamarra Song: "Serenata Apurimeña" by Los Chankas de ApurimacRead less