excerpt from "Flowers and Songs of Sorrow"
reflections on three Aztec poems
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We who enjoyed the festival of flower and song . . .
We who now walk the asphalt streets
Named Londres, Hamburgo, Amberes, Liverpool . . .
We are beggars in rags
Who look with eyes alert at Mexicans and Americans
In three-piece suits and silk dresses.
We remember flowers and songs.
Once we were warriors and people of wisdom.
We remember flowers and songs.