mayan tribute to a once great civilization


we split

totally quit

                    took off took a cab went

                    to lunch

detours paramours (here no more)

                    we're gone (so long)

other places golden traces burned

by the self-appointed authoritative


                    (who's church not mayan)

snuck off cleared out no trumpets

shout no plain fair

                    (fairly drawn

                    we're gone)

take it, embrace it, grab your maze

crazy whites

tonight's our flight

                    (alright a flash

                    no sight)

cashed in, to the wind

where we've been

will not be where we'll be


-- douglas brent smith

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