Quetzalcoatl's sacrifice Quetzalcoatl’s sacrificeWhat our porous bones have not swallowedmuddies the sand into thick blood-cementthat slathers rehydrating eyes as they bloombut does little to slake the thirstof our newly-mined throats.From jagged edges emergefirst fingernails to drag our yowling mawsacross the sunburnt dirttoward our Fountain.Sallow skin gathers to fistfuls,feathers gaunt that survived our pluckingscrape fresh gullets, sucklinghorripilation teats slashed rawby cuspids to draw forthvital nectar.We sup‘til our just-honed abdomens paunchand, grown, our cravings sate.Then, spines erect and lips dabbed clean
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