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Apr. 21, 2005 Dennis is presently traveling throughout Peru, and Central America, and writing back to UK with his poetry as he travels (whenever he can find an internet station that is. - Rosa Penaloza Footprints to Mantaro Valley (Peru; in English and Spanish) In what retreat art hid?— Where falling mountains groan In shadow and among The rapids of the Rio? Is not your name Mantaro Valley? Beyond the footprints of the Andes--? I can hear your voice in echoes I can hear thy voice, divinely low. I do but know thy by a glance As the clouds above me know… . Ah! Gone like that, but love—love! Hath found my naked soul! Note: written after seeing the Mantaro Valley, beyond the Andes. The Butcher of Lima (Dedicated to: Mario Poggi) Prologue: I do not wish to judge anyone, lest I be judged, and God forbid should I be judged by anyone but He. Thus, I write this following poem with a word of discretion to the reader likewise, that all is not as it seems, is it. Having said that, it has been said the Psychologist Mario Poggi—whom I met on three occasions and purchased a sculpture from, and received one from him as a gift—has learned the hard way—that is, the curse of revenge has long wings; hence, revenge is for the Lord. Why? Because both the avenger and the victim are cursed thereafter (one does not have time to make amends if that is indeed his wish; the other, loses his life slowly as he lives on). Thus, “The Butcher of Lima,” is really a picture of the sculpture Mr. Poggi calls, “The Face of Anguish”; or at least it is to me. During our three meetings, I did not find in his eyes guilt for his murderous deed, for he rid a city of a maniac who was cutting up bodies and burying them,—and perhaps saved a few lives, did he not? But rather a sadness that he did not close his eyes during the process of his slaying of man called “The Butcher,” and now the sculptures he has molded with his hands are the eyes of his soul. The Poem “The Butcher of Lima” The Psychologist, he killed “The Butcher of Lima,” So it has been said… With a belt around his neck He strangled him to death! As he sucked in his breath-- Head carved like a fish!… Poetic Justice! He died a purple death The “Butcher of Lima….” And no one wept. And the media cried the name: “Poggi! Poggi!…you’re insane!” It is as fate would have it Motionless and forgotten Are the cold blades of redemption. ------------ About the author: Mr. Siluk is a world traveler, a lover of the mysteries around the world, and has visit many World Heritage Sites, his most recent being Easter Island, the Galapagos and Mesa Verde. His books can be seen on/at Barns and Noble.com, Amazon.com, Wal-Mart, Abe.com Alibis, Boarders and several other sites and book stores. Many of his books can be purchased through the English Bookdealers. He spends his time between Lima, Peru and St. Paul, Minnesota, and has just finished working on two new books: "The Macabre Poems,” and “Perhaps it’s Love,” and continues to work on "Curse of the Abyss Worm,” a suspenseful mystery, and “Cold Kindness,” a tragic love affair. Visit http://dennissiluk.tripod.com Email: dlsiluk@msn.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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