ALL THE EARTH IS A GRAVE
All the earth is a grave and nothing escapes it,
nothing is so perfect
that it does not descend to its tomb.
Rivers, rivulets, fountains and
waters flow,
but never return to their joyful beginnings;
anxiously
they hasten on the vast realms of the rain god.
As they widen their
banks, they also fashion the sad urn of their burial.
Filled are the bowels of the earth with pestilential dust once flesh and bone,
Filled are the bowels of the earth with pestilential dust once flesh and bone,
once animate bodies of man who sat upon thrones,
decided cases, presided in council, commanded armies,
conquered provinces, possessed treasure, destroyed temples,
exulted in their pride, majesty, fortune, praise and power.
Vanished are these glories,
just as the fearful smoke vanishes that belches forth from the infernal fires of Popocatepetl.
Nothing recalls them but the written page.
-NEZAHUALCOYOTL-
-NEZAHUALCOYOTL-
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