(A
poetic drama/narration)
A company
of Spanish soldiers
Riding
below a gibbous moon
(one
evening over a hundred and fifty years ago or so)
Through
the old Wanka ruins in Chilca,
Near
Huancayo, in the Andes of Peru
Heard
a babe, bellowing, crying in the Eucalyptus
Woods,
nearby on the ridge of the Mantaro Rio;
There
they beat the bush, through the thick foliage
And
found, a naked babe, alone, abandoned
On
the damp infested ground:
Crying,
screaming, like a gibbous hound:
Looking
up towards the moon!
“How
could anyone leave a babe in such a way?”
Questioned
the Command Sergeant Major?
The
Captain huddled the babe under his coat—
(to
keep it warm from the impending cold rains)
Rode
but a little ways, when fire spouted from the
Infants
mouth—with rage!
The
Captain shrieked, flung the child from
His
breast, into the nearby bushes—
And
faster than the Hounds of Hell,
Holding
his breath,
He
galloped senseless, out of the woods, threw
The
old Wanka ruins of Coto Coto
His
company behind him
—that
is it!
#3346 (Poetic drama); story: 916
Dedicated to the Mayor of Chilca: Abraham Carrasco
