by Gillie McPherson

Equad'or is so high,
So close to God.
A wooden cross
marks the peak of Nambeja.


People go
In search of gold
So close to God.
In blood and sweat
In the death net
of Equad'or.


They go panning for gold.
The young follow the old.
They work down to their bones.


Angeline in her dream
wears rings of gold.
Men will toil
through rock and soil
for Angeline.


Pretty hands marriage bands
That girl must have
She's so far from the cries
in Equad'or.



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