EARTH POEM
The old ways are gone.
Huitzilopochtli is forgotten.
People are no longer held down on stone altars.
Living hearts are no longer removed and raised to him.
What can I say?!
The sun still rises, but
nothing back!
Nothing back
and it goes on shining?!
What mystery and fear!
And the trees! Thankless and full and blowing and carefree and stupid.
But what can I do?
There must be someone to thank.
But Huitzilopochtli is gone
and the sun still rises!
What strangeness and sorcery!
This poem first appeared in Atlanta Review, Fall 2011.
The old ways are gone.
Huitzilopochtli is forgotten.
People are no longer held down on stone altars.
Living hearts are no longer removed and raised to him.
What can I say?!
The sun still rises, but
nothing back!
Nothing back
and it goes on shining?!
What mystery and fear!
And the trees! Thankless and full and blowing and carefree and stupid.
But what can I do?
There must be someone to thank.
But Huitzilopochtli is gone
and the sun still rises!
What strangeness and sorcery!
This poem first appeared in Atlanta Review, Fall 2011.