Huari Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Huari

Even though poisoned for people
By miners; one of them Doe Run
For me is much better Oroya than Lima
Memories, history, Trocha, soroche

How can I forget night in Huari?
Miguel came and wrapped me
A carpet then layers, sheep skin
And bucket..."What is this? "

I slept in that cold, freezing
Unaware of bucket and its use
But midnight did its work; I went out
Liquid of my pipe froze there in the air.

Oh Miguel, Vanessa and Huaris
I will write, must tell the stories.