pyramids tangle the jungle
tumbling up stone runic steps
to vine-covered moons
incandescent with dull
mythic pictographs
seething with war-clubs
agrarian splendors
bleed from obsidian sacrifice
feathered serpents uncoil
to bask under rainclouds
that empty their shadows
across gilded ochre
gargantuan blocks seamed
by mystical slavery
wailing in recesses cut
from reliefs boasting triumphs
axle-wheeled calendars
crowded with codices
heavily roll from the mouths
of great cultural chasms
inviting new nemeses
wielding their ocean-borne plagues
“Aztec City” by 7leipnir
This is fantastic, may I reblog it to Heart?
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Thank you. I’d be honored by your reblog.
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Many thanks! Brilliant writing!
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Reblogged this on Heartafire's Blog and commented:
Wonderful writing, thank you for allowing me to reblog this.
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Ths has that heavy, blunt style that suits the rugged determinism of the natives and the ominous fate that awaited them very well!
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thanks, Seb, for your thoughtful comment
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A very well written piece! Nicely done!
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appreciate that very much
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Nicely written imagery, Paul. You took me there.
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your comment thrills me – thank you
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Well that’s the Spaniards sorted out then! Wonderfully aggressive words.
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much appreciated
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Your language is always so elegant, no matter the subject. I especially love, “feathered serpents uncoil”–makes them sound beautiful.
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the Aztecs deserve the credit for that – I just described what they left behind
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