Pyramids

Moon pyramid
inclined lines, erect on the plateau
where plants evade man,
channels that cross the street of the dead

You seek the sun, solar cult, curved universe
your pyramid is about to die
coveted by intruders
they besiege and prophesy the age of the fifth sun

Woe to your daughters, who educated in purity
they will have to defend themselves
of the coming warrior
roam around,
chasing a mythical time,
he is a believer of the gods
he doesn't know how to appreciate your murals
will drink of your pulque

constant flow of blood
usurped cult
appearance of a god
a god who plays at living like us
a god who is not like us
that does not incarnate,
please

a puma that walks in the moonlight
by your equidistant surroundings
neither the shells nor the snails of your funeral offerings feel it,
his footprints on earth resemble the glyphs of the Toltec

And the pyramid that represents the social order, limestone assembled on its slope
With your board dedicated to carved rattlesnakes
the priest officiates the solar rite
die to become god
in the pyramid of the moon
the one with her back to the light
the one that looks to the east
idolized by the people who survived seven centuries