Yax K'uk Mo

Cut off by Christianity, at
a Golden Age.
Holland was allowed theirs,
France theirs,
Britain's dragged on for years until
it threw up all its last colonies; stains still on
their flags.
Ayahuasca and other bark makes a
psychotropic mixture, mystic ancients,
psychosis of the ancients, Mayan hieroglyphs on your
brain, squirmed in bird-forms,
beaked lines.
Jaguar fur and jaguar paw on your back.
More behind the trees
soaring, clawing, animals slip
the gates of a city glimmering upon water
Jaguar lip wet with water-bead;
beads off into the lie
of the stream – winding lantern full of fish,
eye of fish
round as a bead, swirling in the glass-pool.
Turquoise on the ears and turquoise
protruding from the nose
Foam idols in the rivers - of stone heads
emerging from
mouths of other stone heads.
These images repeated
constantly in the obsidian surf.
Looming wide-eyed
vein of discovery.
Steal American boy away from Texas,
in his pink shorts and send him with
'Thanks it was real fun, be seein' ya'
back to Texas. We're not all born with
plant extract being shot
up our noses. A leaf-dance in the corner
of your eye,
a baby being pushed out of your nose.