Song of the Great Zimbabwe, and Silver and Inca Blood [Poems and notes]
"Song of the Great Zimbabwe"
Across the African, winter's sky
In the Southern edge of Zimbabwe
Looking down from the Hill Complex
From on top, of an Ancient Rock
O'er the mountains steep-:
A, vista I've longed to see, resides
A site, I've longed to meet-;
Thus, dwells, within this African Valley,
Among the greatest of man's feats?
The great, Great Zimbabwe (Enclosure).
A million-stones, built these ancient walls
Some twelve-fathoms, fathoms high
That seems to reach unto the sky;
Some say: a fortress, and palace, it is;
And perhaps-, the legendary 'Ophir!'
#747 7/2/05
Silver and Inca Blood
In the Great Silver mines of Potosi-
(Inca Indians)
Conscripted mine workers
Carry
Quotas of ore-up hundreds of feet
Of rope laddered-steps
For don Francisco de Toledo
And
King Philip II, of Spain-;
A farcified vision to become
Rich-off Inca blood,
In the year-1571?
#744 7/1/05
Notes: (The Inca Empire): the assumption is often that the Inca Empire was a large enterprise of its self; a common mistake at best; complicated for sure; but for the most part, the Inca Empire was comprised of ethnic groups who were subjugated into the Inca Empire, similar to the Roman, which was a city nation [Empire] you might say, who subjugated the whole world into its Roman Empire; likewise, so did the Incas of South America. Thus, by treaties or threats of war, the Inca Empire grew with subgroups to a mighty Empire.
Dennis Siluk, Poet his site is at http://dennissiluk.tripod.com his most recent book, "Spell of the Andes."
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