Obsidian’s Edge 15

3:00 pm

Old Woman
@

Dainzú

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Sandpaper wind
polishing the land
erasing its identity
as barefoot
over dust and stone
the old woman
feasts her heart
on a banquet of song.

A rag-bag her body
stitched together
by memories and bone.

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She shows me fear
in these grey shadows
dancing their dust
beneath carved rocks.

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Abandoned now,
visited only by ghosts,
this resurrected ball park.
Buried beneath their stones
its heroes,
the men who wooed her.

I look at carved faces.

Which one captured
her flowering heart,
pierced it with an arrow,
and scarred her name
forever
letter by letter
on the face of this rock
?

5 thoughts on “Obsidian’s Edge 15

  1. The description probably does not apply to the existing culture, but in these ancient meso-American peoples I feel a reserve, a stubbornness and a dogged determination. I think it has something to do with the association with stone.

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  2. Dainzú is a strange place with an ethereal spirit that I have scarcely been able to capture. It has stuck in my mind as a place of beatific quietude yet is riddled with secret threats, wild cattle, and underground tunnels. I struggled with this poem and hope that some of that wilderness spirit of survival amidst ruins has come across.

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