THE DAYS OF JADE AND JAGUAR

Time like a cloud sails on,

History drifts into mellowed memory.

Aztec legends and memories echo into song:

a singing

of the peoples of burnished bronze,

of Montezuma’s golden scepter lost,

the death of Quetzalcoatl

the fading away

of the feathered serpent

A singing

of templed hours

and the days of jade and jaguar

gone into stone

The pyramided steps slowly crumble into dust

And time like a cloud sails on

Diminishing thunder down dawns of gold.