"of yellow corn and white corn they made their flesh;
corn dough they made the arms and the man's legs.
only corn dough went into the flesh of man "
Popol Vuh
THE DARK KINGDOM
Father of Corn,
Old Father Maize
have broken your inflorescences,
broke the Seal your cells,
raped the sanctuary of your heart, transgressed
your sacred alchemy,
alter your gold codes,
Your star blonde mother's milk.
Kinglets, Monarch of the dark,
tobacco Betting the miracle of life!
Father Corn, guardian of the poor,
you a handful I keep intact,
A minimum harvest gold,
At death I want to take me.
Because one day, after the failure,
When the liturgy astral recovers,
Perhaps the dust of my bones,
your prodigy grows green again in the groove,
and return to the table of unhappiness,
Your bread of hope among men.
Bird City
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