Huitzilopochtli

Even the hummingbird
is death
a tiny green thrum
like this
made the world
the Aztecs knew
and you do
it is the pulse
almost too quick to be felt
if you throw a stone at it
you will miss
its jewel-point workings
scoff
these flowers tumble
before the invisible
feeder
if we had hands like this
we would know

 

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