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Al Drood
Poems
Apr 2019
Chac-Mool
Where bright blood flowed
across my carven chest,
I now feel only warm,
tropic raindrops.
Once, impassive priests stood here,
clad in gold and feathers,
obsidian blades poised
and dripping gore.
But now a bored child sulks,
kicking at wet pebbles,
dragged unwilling to my side
by tourist parents.
He turns away, spitting pink gum
into my granite bowl.
There was a time when
I would have had his throbbing heart.
Written by
Al Drood
M/North Yorkshire
(M/North Yorkshire)
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