Monday, March 23, 2015

Sunless Morning

Pyramid in Mexico

On a sunless morning in Mexico
with leaves falling in winter
and budding again
the next day
while raucous birds with
rainbow plumes
cluck and coo,
screech and crow,
and the echoes of voices
of ancient high priests
are still demanding
war or sacrifice,
the actualization of symbolic
death and rebirth
in sadistic ritual,
from atop high pyramids
with obsidian knives
and beating hearts
held in bloody hands,
“So the sun will be reborn!” they scream,
“For the corn!!” they cry, “for the beans!!!”
“So that love might return again
to our empty breasts!!!!!”

And then the clouds part
and what was always there is revealed,
and light spills effortlessly
across mountains and valleys and sea,
while drummers drum
and the flutes whistle in triumph
and mothers weep,
and bureaucrats count
and politicians grin
behind death head masks
proclaiming all to be right
and in control again,
and the morning glories are blooming again,
and nothing changes much
except the names
of civilizations.

— Russell Rosander

An artist and poet living in the Costalegre of Mexico, Russell Rosander is also a co-founder of the Bar None Group. Russell hosts weekly readings and discussions on poetry, art, music and literature...but mostly poetry at Chynna's Backstage Bar in Barra de Navidad, Mexico. You can find more of Russell's writing at Russell Rosander Short Stories where Sunless Morning first appeared.

Russell has two new limited edition volumes of poetry — The Creator is the Devil and Heart of One — available for purchase at his weekly Friday appearances at Hector's Corner Bar in Barra de Navidad. Copies are also available at Babalu's Café and Books in Melaque, Jalisco, Mexico.

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