II. (So far untitled)

Città Eterna
The Long Count dwindles you, offering
Seashells for mortar rounds
And oily metal for colonnades, can you
Feel the kin trap shrinking skies
Between skyscrapers and greedy eyes
Silly bricks with clocktowers, belching
Gregorian hands that spin themselves
Drunkenly down Via Sacra, carrying
Horse cart drawn nightmarish gore;
A kaleidoscope of arms and feet;
Eyelids peeled backwards dressed for war.

Città Eterna
Who is the most beautiful woman in all of Italia?
(She is the most beautiful woman in all of Italia)
(She) sits quietly, blood soaking dripping
Bone thatched, skin stitched, fumbling
Through ripped pages of the Popul Vuh, the
Whole while swollen tongued and mumbling

Cuando el tecolote canta... el indio muere

The treaties brought us
Death
I dethroned a king in every state, splitting
Atoms under paper plates, glass, altering
Shapes and thoughtless forms,
You see,
I have had many an adventure with lady death
Who with flirtatious hands and eyes
Entranced me till I was short of breath
Betrayed to a sleepy hour, where
Feet thundered across the market square;
There were fifty thousand alive that day,
Neigh,
Fifty million souls whose names I dare,
Speak not of; perchance they are still there
She lingered there for some time
Laughing passionately
Crying thoughtlessly
The treaties brought us
Death and death! Oh, Ahpuch, he is
End bringer and wood maker, he speaks
Like scholars and princes and poets and sheiks
Arms unhinged themselves from, her so pretty
Venus de Milo so that we look the same
Ahpuch! We weep and know your name

- Kristopher Floyd

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