The Jungle Myth
A green river snakes its way across a jungle
Alive with sounds from the Earth's orchestra
Of watchful jaguars and dainty Yucatan squirrels
Enjoying a tête-à-tête between leafy branches
A green jay breaks the harmony
with a series of "shek, shek, shek" notes
calling out to the ancient Maya history
Right beyond the trees’ canopies
I see a Mayan temple
That held its ground defying time
That stood against an invisible eraser
Slowly drifting down the river of myths on a boat
Listening to the devilish howls of black howlers
Sharing stories of a thousand warriors with haunted quotes
Mayan royals once stood above the temple
As warriors below raised their atlatl with war cries
I can feel the quiet jungle attentively listens to the drums
Of ethos rising in the war-inflicted zone
From blood rituals to dominating power
Merciless spearheads of volcanic glass killing royal bloodlines
The winds of change transformed all into bloodthirsty fighters
What was once a beautiful civilization that outshines
Now disappears into the beautiful carvings of its designs
A Collaborated Poem with Angeline Haikutwinkle
Copyright © 2016 June 9th
Written in two-form style, unrhymed quatrain and terza rima.
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016
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