CENOTE
To the bottomless sinkhole I go
to enjoy its cool, fresh water in a ritual sacrifice, I belong where my life will not matter Today they call it Cenote to the Mayans it was ts’onot where life offerings to the gods they made but springs of energy and peace denote In exchange for victories and power human sacrifices a cenote saw among bones and precious stones I bathe, I swim, I feel the afterlife claw. |