A bloated river vomits its contents
Towards the sea
Debris and mud floating fast
Past boulders, jutting rocks, obstacles,
Creamy foam caps and whirlpools,
Deadly admission to the underworld below
Where the Jaguar King lives
There he sits, alone on his throne
Panthera onca, God of the night
He pretends to smile, licking his wounds
The ones that time never healed,
From centuries of ancient battles
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