Alí Calderón - And we went up the one hundred and fourteen long steps of that temple The sharpness of their volcanic stone burnt our hands - 17 ივლისში 2018 - პოეზიის სამყარო
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Alí Calderón - And we went up the one hundred and fourteen long steps of that temple The sharpness of their volcanic stone burnt our hands
And we went up the one hundred and fourteen long steps of that temple The sharpness of their volcanic stone burnt our hands
There I saw the neighbouring towns the market of aromatic pine-sticks and tigers Tlatelolco It was from the very high Plaza that we observed the fresh-sweet water coming from Chapultepec Iztapalapa Tlacopan Tepeaquilla everything dominated by our eyes
We turned our backs and saw in constellations blocks and bodies of their idols bad shapes all of them taller than a very tall man and distorted made out of mud dough and legumes mixed with seed and blood of human hearts and spoils such was the mess
In a small tower-apartment like a salon two altars two blocks two tall bodies extremely detestable one of them Uichilobos had his head and face so wide and warped eyes grisly his body daubed with glue and roots and beads blood and other excretions and hanging from his plexus some faces torn apart from their skulls more than enough to circle an oak trunk and gasping for the copal smoke I had seen all the walls of that shrine flooded and packed with crusts and plasma also on the floor that a slaughterhouse doesn’t exceed such stench
And they had a drum there made of raw snake skin that when they played such was the sorrow of its beats that hades got closer
They were taken by five two by the legs two by the arms one more by the head and another miserable bastard with a stone knife in both hands slashed their chests then with one hand through the wound dragged their hearts out
the bodies loose in their dark miseries disjointed were eaten by everybody the basophils drank granate and bermellion the faces purplish hundreds of gallons of a reddish flow towards the plaza
and they threw the remains and other erythrocytes steps down they dressed up with the hides stumps chunks live flesh lymphocytes
The satraps also spilled blood outside the temples before the Uichilobos and the beheaded young men wild spiky hair disjointed blood clots thighs forearms tibias and there’s the bone between grease and flesh then masking tape around sniffed noses and mouths and then hang them from bridges and the wind of dawns broke their jaws wrapped in black bags here they come the inspection posts I’ve heard that they also spill millions of RBCs and normochromatics severed heads piled on thorax which flesh trembles at a simple finger touch and there abdomens breasts frontal bones eyes armpits anuses pancreas gunned down getting rotten in the mouths of rats
