The Spirits de Copan
Part one
I see them in the skies
I hear them in their hells
They whisper and they moan
And never are alone-The Spirits and the Ghouls?
The Spirits de Copan!
They are shadows in my world
Echoes in my dreams
A mystery and a force
To a cosmic happening!
The Spirits and the Ghouls?
The Spirits de Copan!...
Part Two
(Hiding Spirits)
These spirits hide in ancient stones
With glaring eyes:
Of humans and animals;
In ebbing shadows
Passing the moon;
By trees-and passing clouds
Of macabre gloom-
In the winds
Outside windows?!
They are no man's friend
The spirits and the Ghouls
The Spirits de Copan!...
Part Three
The spirits de Copan (have)-:
Long ears, with rabbit feet
Jaguar arms-? secrets.
These were the kings
The Maya kings, - (now)
The Spirits of Copan!...
Part Four
(Maya Kings)
Smoke Rabbit
18-Rabbit
Smoke Shell
Dawn
?Mo!
All carved on Stelaes
Hieroglyphic stones
For legends now told
Of Maya kings who ruled.
Part Five
(My Moment)
In the Great Plaza
By the Acropolis of Copan,
A spirit, let known(In its trembling vacuum):
"Leave us in peace!
Leave us along!
We've been here
For two-thousand years
In the Valley of Copan!"
As I looked towards
The imposing palaces
I replied
(Listening to the nearby
Birds chipper-knowing
All that was left is peace
And a hopeful redemption)
"Let there be no more-
Resistance?let peace be
As you please!..."
And I walked away
Out of the Copan Valley!....
Note: written while visiting the Copan Valley, and site, in Honduras, Written between 4-24/25-2005, #630.
Author Dennis Siluk, is traveling presently in Honduras, and just left the Copan Valley, and is in San Pedro de Sula, on his way back to Lima, Peru. He was much inspired by the Copan area.Rosa Peńaloza
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