Wednesday, December 13, 2006
PT: At The Corner of Guatemala & Argentina
South, at Tenochitlan is blue
As water, indigo or azure as chalchihuites
Thrown into the temple mortar,
Is the season of rain, and life,
And wet sky.
East is the red son of the flowery wars,
The moon-sister of Huitzilopochtli, slain
And dismembered on the hill of Coatepec,
And her thin, red-nailed hands.
North is black as the volcanic disks
Of his stone eyes, black as the abyss
Of the executioner's block.
The west is white as the sickness
Of her death, white as the bones
Of her children, fishbones,
The bones of frogs and the skulls
Of feathered serpents.
Their colors shine with an
The holiness of direction
Excavated two meters below
Street level at the corner of Guatemala
(This is an old one, from The Book of Fours)