EVIL C
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Matachin
Red green plumes on your head
dance, dance, Matachin
Grinning men in black glass Dodge Rams
see you dancing, hear your drum banging
for a peso in the downtown traffic
Play your flute, Matachin
to the rhythm of snakehide drums
cut out hearts with obsidian blades
sacrifice drugged victims
splash hot arterial blood
in syringes given out by grinning men
in black glass Dodge Rams.
Push in the obsidian blade
push in the rusty sword
Push in the needle
watch AIDs and brother heroin
smallpox and Cortes
Huitzilopotchtli and you:
come with heart, veins, soul.
Red green plumes on your head
dance, dance, Matachin
do you know the Jaguar Rain Dance?
Will you dance it for a peso
in temples where Nahua eyes stare?