father now adornment

father now adornment crushing face seeds

mouth left heart behind worshiped light

avengers center sky womb Q'ukumatz dark

thought appeared maize path shaped

fields grinding fat arms entered food

merely birth alone talked faces rocks

seas mountain speech not sky moved

knowledge small mistake increase thunder

essence heart's sleep B'alam root walking

quarreled spoke wood words sown Juraqan

weary dawn canyon pack arrived language

split skins different enchanted no fire

bloodletter fire hail finish drilled ex

tinguished language cursed abandoned trees

cursed wings fire shaped blackened rain

crawl on hands not mouths destroyed

De-reading the Popol Vuh – 19

therefore faces desired

therefore faces desired thoughts ended

not clear this then if how many daughters

desire faces signs weeping bath their wash

heads at mouth knees river beautiful

essences violated faces signs the robes

nations washing imaged B'alam paintings

words arrive straightaway hanging

hornets untied arms robes body stung

only images within to them you

deceivers scratchers accomplished

enchanted nature defeat gathered

many thoughts arrows adornment hear

captured planned little number

sons sleep believed in road eyebrows

neck staff ¿who abduct? words heart

mountain B'alam stakes pointed effigies

metal carved hearts edge of gourds

killers target Jaq'awitz murder

De-reading the Popol Vuh - 2

it's having been

it's having been named the names its

top merely dawned only one three

groups change speech language

different stone behind darkness

moss hanging burn face his forest

blood mountain grass child will

skin come they now seen burn

birds mouths mushroom drank

in hornet pathway child water

homes clear they roads cry pass

coyote clear not it do desire to

day destroyed each day blood

ears death mouths stones Tulan

B'alam abducted took killed

walking skulls feet left us homes

confusion path mud essence

murderous faces mountain river

names thought bath

De-reading the Popol Vuh - 1

la bibliotecaca

a poco me vuela el

cráneo ay tanto

cacagaverso ,arenisca

que me ciega un ojo

y un ojoder un chingón

de librajos de librocas de

librolabios ensangrentados y

apocado soy ,la boboca

aatesttadaa de hormigastadas

that fondled them when they were fire

- Emily Dickinson