Tenochtitlan Poem by Mason Maestro

Heads of slaves abounce
Did not renounce or budge an ounce
For the king who is seething
Heads keep rolling down, priest’s bloody gown
Branch of Maya ruling from playa to playa
These Aztecs reign in Chinampa swamps
Down the steps it stomps
The pyramid is stained with blood
Deathly images aflood from below Zócalo
Mexican palace holds a chalice
Engraved incriminating words of malice
Fashioned by the Viceroyalty of New Spain
Moctezuma the second the emperor hadn’t guessed
Spanish conquistadors would lay him down to rest
Quetzalcoatl it would not be
A godly arrival to set them free
An Aztec legacy no more
Reduced to a muddied jungle floor