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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: G
Pairing: Gen.
Feedback: Sure. Good lines, bad ones, etc.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Partially inspired by elefwin's poem.
Summary: Aztec gold has its own terrible voice. Free-style poem, in honor of Poetry Month.
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We are old and too traveled to be restless
Give us bones, that we may be buried
Give us flesh, that we may rot to earth
Give us blood, that we may repay the debt.
Screams above and prayers below
Never our want but always our name
Never our voice but always our cry
Never our color but always our stain.
Slip and chink, we slide soft between fingers
Worn to a bright gleam
Toothless brilliance
Our skulls mean nothing to you.
We shall take your lives for our own
And wander the earth, waiting
We shall chew your heart and gild your eyes
The ferryman knows not our mint
He shall laugh and never touch shore
And you shall laugh and never touch life.
Mourn as we mourn.
Weep as we weep.
Not at all.
Walk.
For we shall outlast the anger and the laughter
And you shall reap our hatred.
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