The Rape of Mexico
Mexican masks and brutal marches
Terror stricken along pulque patches of despair
The mountains await parades of candles
Ensconsed for death in primitive knee bending
Long lines into dark and worn paths
The sheikhs of your Isthmus wring medieval hands around your neck
Entangling the present like the sludge of oil
Deluge and flood until you break free of your aztec tomb