It happened in Quito
a decade ago
i had wounded my leg
from a real nasty blow
up in the mountains
infected of course
far away from the medics
no healing source
several female Quichua
friends said that they
would treat the infection
they had a way
collecting mountain herbs
and berries and plants
all night they administered love
and the chance
was mine
and I took it
they cleansed on the hour
banished the infection
with pure native power
later that week
at hospital I
was seen by the surgeon
a real brilliant guy
he examined my leg
Telling me then my
Leg they had saved
and.that was why
respect for the native tribes
always has been
uppermost in my soul
Of course its their scene
they know the old ways
having faith, I knew too
i was saved with their care
and their love
it was true
the arrogant West
the medics of now
have lots to learn
from the Indigenous how
to cure certain problems
with magic and care
they were clearly un phased
in wanting to share
and me being out of it
writhing in pain
,letting them treat me
again and again
,loving and caring
really all night long
Got me back on my feet
and once again strong .