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by Jane Brunton

Created on: June 21, 2008

THE CONDOR'S BACK

Clouds at my feet;
The condor's back glistening in the misted light below.
We glide, he and I, through cloud cauldrons
Oblivious villages hidden below.

Beneath me slides his disappearing majesty.
Sad, solitary one. His mate the victim of Indian sacrifice.
His children in zoos.
Hated enemy of the poor whose scrawny sheep he carries off.
The enveloping mists obscure him like a shroud.

Andes Mountains, Ecuador

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