Macchu Picchu, inis mor
On the ferry out we talk about marvels:
The poet that left a mistress for his wife -
And translate images; they break the surface
Of our talk like new islands. To the west
A red heart bleeds over the airstrip,
To the east, licked by terra cotta flames
A Daz-white angel is fighting the devil for a soul-
He pulls desperately on one leg
But the devil has him by the head. The soul
Scorched and nearly torn in two
Is wearing a bainin jacket and Reebok trainers -