Nothing ephemeral, nothing imaginary or inextant
about the great rocks of Quetchuans,
who stacked one rock upon another (one or two or three)
nestled among more, geometrically,
calculatedly. The rocks notched for a long-removed rope.
The rope was pulled by men who believed, I hope, that their gods
blessed them as the walls went up –
jaguar, snake, condor –
a trinity of muscle, blood and bone.
earth, underworld, sky.
