On the Mayan & Modern

 

For a simple brew this time, boil grounds
to long simmer under sun’s
clenched teeth; straight, reaching cleats blast fire

thru uneven mortar & stone leaps where
scavengers lead,
up scabbed slopes; fuscous smolder inside heaps

as pure heat
begins to break down morbid
accumulates. Like loose
blue folds in promenade, wind

skirts around corners, eases over avenues
& metal grilled store fronts: every sneeze
                                                                                  from Ecuador gathers,
breezes at river mouth
                               works upstream
to frenzied flips, dying spawners; last
breaths slip the course of tropic lungs.