![]() When the east wind criesA Poem by SorenDarkness reigned over water and land Tezcatlipoca waved his mirrored hand Four faces had he not two, one for each direction they grew One creator, another of life, agriculture yet one more of war and strife A seed planted Xilonen maiden of corn did grow, golden hair tassels of snow Tlaloc came in rain, piercing cloud's bellies, quenching corn's thirsty pain Xipe Toteuc with obsidian blade, severed her head, the sacrifice made Peeling corn's husk foot to chin, lord over all, now dressed in her golden skin Bleeding corn to thresh, a sacrament ground by teeth is her flesh Naked cob, now her bones discarded, with Mictlantecutli to the underworld departed Out of that darkness again she will raise when Tlalocayotl, the east wind, cries © 2025 SorenAuthor's Note
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