Ollantaytambo

two parallel paths
cold iron
snake through the thickness
  fecund
the air heavy with the
breath of so much life

emerging from the dense forest
a few scattered structures
hide amongst the trees

timidly looking through the holes in
a make-shift enclosure of
broken pallets, orange plastic fencing,
branches, leaves and corrugated tin
two large chestnut eyes

ripe avocados, heavy and full
tumble from her worn burlap sack
adorned with the faded logo
of the Cuyamel fruit concern
  like stones
cascading in the nearby river

the blade
shimmers sharp in the sun
as it slides effortlessly through the
rough brown skin
into the yielding flesh

two fingers cupped
coaxing the soft, pale innards
to her lips

wiping the knife clean
small bits of green
are left
on the red
and orange and canary
woven wrap
around her waist

slowly she lowers her face
softly reciting prayers
in his ear
as the warm blood
falls to the forest floor

Author's Note

Initial draft, should I mention Cuyamel by name? also feel that the stanza starting with "two fingers" needs to be expanded and elaborated on further