Nothing more absolute and undreamt
than the conqueror’s right
to with pressed lips force the tongues
of natives to split what the law
so resolutely purses
which is the word in all its variable
correctness meaning radiating
the truth back second-hand
to its one unlocatable source
that flourishes from the historical
mulch one Francisco Pizarro
the bodkin sweetness of the mountain
ruined air expressing itself
in breezes through his standing
unalterably still as if sculpted
by superstition and its people
one of whom departs with both
halves of himself laden with
diseases
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