Obsidian accepts a cruel edge
A glassy volcanic razor
Raised at noon on the altar
To gift the flowery death
To an Aztec sacrifice
A bloody blossoming excision
Of beating heart offered to
Tote Xipec or Quetzalcoatl
Or another corpse eater
Nowadays the knives are steel
And the bullets lead but the
Thirst for blood is unabated
In the cartels of Mexico and
Colombia where the heart is
Ripped out of communities
So that pony-tailed dorks can
Stimulate their dreary minds
At ghastly Hoxton dinner parties
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