tiller of fields, weaver, reticent shepherd,

an Amazon of buried jaguars,

failed to give up in time its tithe of corn or stone.

thrust them into my breast, into my hands,

Look at me from the depths of the earth,

bring to the cup of this new life

to kindle ancient lamps, light up the whips

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out of the depths spin this long night to me

sharpen the knives you kept hidden away,

and light the axes gleaming with your blood.

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t九-九-藏-書he wood they used to crucify your body.

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because a gem was dull or because the earth

Arise to birth with me, my brother.

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blind ages, stellar centuries.

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groom of totemic guanacos,

glued to your wounds throughout the centuries

farmer anxious among his seedlings,

Come quickly to my veins and to my mouth.

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I come to speak for your dead mouths.

Strike the old flints

iceman of Andean tears,

mason high on your treacherous scaffolding,

And give me silence, give me water, hope.

your ancient buried sorrows.

jeweler with crushed fingers,

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like a torrent of sunbursts,

let 九-九-藏-書dead lips congregate,

Speak through my speech, and through my blood.

say to me: here I was scourged

as if I rode at anchor here with you.

And tell me everything, tell chain by chain,

potter wasted among his clays--

Give me your hand out of the depths

nor your pierced eyes rise from their sockets.

Throughout the earth