Nextlahualli

On days like this I wish I was an Aztec. Give me Nextlahualli As a noble death. I’d gladly part with My possessions, and Give my body in sacrifice To the benefit of the gods. Yes, it’s the Flower War, A good death. You don’t believe in that? You don’t revere the gods? Blasphemy! Better to cut your tongue In half in atonement than Say that aloud. I lie in a drugged stupor As they ready the flint knife Which my priest will use To cut out my heart. I feel greatly honored A Flower War death is Much more noble than Dying in battle. From forever land I watch My discarded body get Flung down the temple’s steps. There is satisfaction in knowing I have saved my community, And my viscera will feed The animals in the zoo. Religion trumps spirituality Every time! I wish I was an Aztec.