"WUQUB’ KAQIX, IMPOSTOR OF THE MOON & SUN"

what is it, surging between these columns
upon this moonless eve,
as if sulphur-lit volcanoes belching smoke
to dispel between these mountain clefts,
if not the misty breath of Chaahk, embrued 
with the slobber of the yuum-kuuts turkey
adorned with Itzamna scales,
and stinking like the unfurled vapours of Xibalba ! 

judgement day descends convolved
horizons wrapped in ages spurned to fire
crucified upon the spaceward-flowing sky
amidst the tumbling cotton clouds 
in autumnal foliar whirls 

the million-colored light shines through
the rotten coos of dying doves 
as the first cold shade of the ultimate night,
as if a vesper to a dusk without morning : 
the saber-taloned feet of night
predate upon the final dawn 
and lifts it off to lands forlorn
to gorge and glut its flesh

the bloom of bluish molds beneath
the necromantic sun
drip colors like big drops of dew
upon the crystal sleep 
whereunder wounded dragons fall upon
a foliage of supernal hues and shades 
Saturnian sapphire, amethysts of Mars
and the jade, rarest, of most distant cenotes 

the sacred flower opens wide 
her thickest petal, creaming exudate, a sickest sepal, 
and tepals most black-rotten, fleshly lips 
of purple matter, slimy labia, 
its liana growing league by league 
across the swathes of flora, beyond control, 
dark and deep and dense and damp :

come calendar's end ! 

father of all hideous caimans ! 

brother of the calamitous ground-quake ! 

Wuqub’ Kaqix, return ! 

impostor of the Moon & Sun ! 

operator of the venomous blow-gun 
amidst the dense Mayan bush ! 

return to the blow of our sacred conches
return to the beating clams 
of our adamantine gongs of doom !