poetry

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The Siege of Huexotzinco

She is besieged, she is despised, the city of Huexotzinco: With weapons she is encircled, pierced by darts, Huexotzinco.

Roar the tortoise-shell drums in your home, in Huexotzinco Where Tecayehuatzin rules, and where sings his song and plays his flute prince Quecehuatl, in his home, Huexotzinco

Listen: our father has come down, Camaxtli, for in the house of Tigers, the drum thunders echoing the song of tortoise-shell drums.

Only so, flowers petals tear down pillars torn and dragged away are their fine clothes all the city kept, safe in her coffer, city of Camaxtli

Consumed by the fire now, your houses built of precious stones My houses too, of treasured books, all that was your home, Oh Camaxtli!