New land

My room is empty, my lamp burns
two gray olive lamps are hidden within my closet, the wicks are there too
baroque readings curated
islands, new lands, the paradise found, Indians priests organizing fertility for please the gods, Spanish language slowly lands
knights dressing flare and sash
Indians bring bucklers
and the struggle to survive
pyramids to remember they lived for sacrifice, we live for work,
rattlesnakes carved over the boards everybody accepts
the gods are gone, the emperor is dead
a new dawn begins
ahead is the arch, the noble city, the cathedral is embellished, convents are full of women in search of knowledge
a nun will write romance
another poet write about Solitude, then he departs
a bench awaits for two strangers to admire succulents
big night stalk the cougar
battles lost and won
walls witnessing the fall
corn harvested to feed poor, governors,
the plants of corn so incredible surging from the springs were the gods hid the wisdom from men
Ancient stones I thought you were submerged, the shells and marine snails tell the epic without formed glyphs
a new language for a new land violently started