To The Old Aztec Poets

You, Nezahualcoóyotl,
You, Cuetzpaltzin,

If the earth is the region
Of the fleeting moment

And jade and brown corn
And gold and the plumes of the quetzel

Are all fleeting as well,
Let it still be said

I heard you chanting
across the ochered fields.

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