Bustling bowl of barrios
Favelas far as eyes can see
From valley lows to ridges' rise
Graffiti calles cobblestone
And canvasses of keeps of shop
To juxtapose the Foch and fortune
Shadows of the mountain clouds
Which peak into the heavens
As an angel weeps above the heart
For stray dog sweaters en el parque
Niños on the pocket's watch
A beggar's hands still offered prayers
Quichua silent voices counted
In basilicas of gold
All built atop the blood and bones
Of cultures bought and sold