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Al Drood
Poems
Jan 2018
Chac Mool
Where bright blood flowed
across my carven chest,
I now feel only warm, tropic raindrops.
Feathered priests once stood here,
impassive, clad in gold and feathers,
obsidian knives dripping gore.
And now a bored child sulks,
dragged unwilling to my side
by tourist parents, kicking at wet pebbles.
Turning to leave, he spits pink
gum into my granite bowl.
Once I would have had his steaming heart.
Written by
Al Drood
M/North Yorkshire
(M/North Yorkshire)
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