On Chapultepec

[hack]

What of that golden kingdom,
Where are my flowers now?
Their songs scattered in the wind.

My fine Jaguar Warriors,
With their cotton garments
Molding in the dust.

Shining quetzals
Weeping tears of molten jade.

[qimissung]

Boy, does this evoke the past and ancient civilizations...

[Hawkman]

A great poem hack, a lament for a lost civilisation and most evocative.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Who am I to say this, but I wish this had gone on for a few more, equally rich, reverent verses - but what you did provide, I very much appreciate.

[qimissung]

That's a teensy bit ironic to have you say that, Prince :)