Empire Of Jade
Amazon, obscured by clouds,
Depicts a people’s roam.
Temples to the sky erupt,
Then jungle swallows stone.
Kings and priests of jaguar skin
Crave monumental grounds
Built by backs of glistening bones
While quetzal birdsong sounds.
But all the strength and all the jade
Won’t save them from the cold
Of unseen foes, which white sails bade
That thirsts for host, not gold.
Empire crushed by fever while
Survivors left to roam;
Temples static, grand no longer:
Strangers swallow stone.
------- Author's Notes -------
I've recently become quite fascinated with the art and history of ancient civilizations in Central and South America, which inspired me to write this poem. I normally am more interested in history from the perspective of the laboring class, and learning about Latin American civilizations are no exception; thus, I tried to paint a more egalitarian picture, while at the same time providing the message I intended to give.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|LinzAy (188.8.131.52) -- Wednesday, September 24 2008, 03:06 am|
I would love to write something like this. Captivating :)
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