Condor: The Divine Bird

In the skies over Colca Canyonflight seems to make your soul heavybecause from this heightyou can clearly see the land’s woundsYou’re above time from birthWhen your taut wings slice the airthere’s no blood, only the nothingness of feathersflinging words into the abyssYou’re the messenger of light and the sundelivering eulogies and ancestors’ ravingsthrough the teeth of all divinersPerhaps this continuous mountain rangehas always been your sacred domainYou’ve witnessed massacres, conspiracies, and persecutionYou’re the memory in times of suffering,and looking from overheadyou must be the reincarnation of a PeopleMost exalted chief, protector of Indigenous Americans,because you exist unfortunate fate can finally vanishall at once in the depths of flames and darkness