Like an Aztec Peasant Warrior

But we are permitted to wonder
And there is nothing left to say of it
My vows were dead as premonitions
Like an Aztec priestess, I was sent to be sacrificed

When the sudden death came
I was not expecting, the inevitable
I lost consciousness distilled in a lifetime
Of servitude, and vowed one day to rise

In a different form, a greater jaguar
The old winter rain stained my blood soaked body
I am afraid there is no room, in your heart
For one such as me, I am too gentle

Too kind, too sort of like a shepherd
I’m sorry I couldn’t help you more
But we are permitted to wonder
What might have been, I know in dying I do

I shall sleep in the streets with the last Great Word
And tell no grand-daughters why you were so cruel.

2 thoughts on “Like an Aztec Peasant Warrior

  1. I like the imagery in this poem. The tone flows through the imagery. The subject matter of the poem is intense. Human sacrifice from the point of view of the person being sacrificed is very interesting.

    • Yes I find the rejection of a woman Joshua, can feel like this. When they simply do not value the paradigm in which you live, I cannot help but take it a little personally…

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