Aztec gods were twisted monsters
With gnarling fangs. They fashioned them
For pulsing hearts rough-hewn on offer--
What gods to mock the fears of men!
No Lex Talionis to service them:
No hearts of gods for those of men
Were ever tossed in Tizoc Stone;
Steep stairs of stone inert men tumbled down.
While those below well waited 'till
They seized the corpse to work it still:
Heads to rack; torsos to beasts;
Legs and arms take home to feast--
Butcher them keenly!
Display a sign!
"Stewed man-meat, corned chili
And tortillas--You're welcome to dine!"