Mother wept tears when her baby was sold.
The boy-child cried, a good sign foretold.
She hated herself for selling her son,
Sacrifice needed for rain to be won.
And the rest of the family needed food.
So she sold him to feed remaining brood.
Three priests paid the price taking the boy away.
Zoque knew Rain Gods would be pleased this day.
They shuttled the weeping boy the river down.
Fighting currents, careful not to let him drown.
They reached a cave in the cliffs high above.
Climbing vines they soared upwards like doves.
The strongest carried the boy up from the jungle,
Strapped to his back; a valuable bundle.
Fire struck in cave with billowing smoke to rise
Child silenced with stone axe blow in surprise.
His skull was smashed quickly to silence his rants
Ritual performed like demons with fervent chants.
They cut his heart free from his chest cavity
And shared in the consumption so lustily.
In a Jaguar sepulcher they drained the blood,
The receptacle with red ooze did flood.
They devoured the child from foot to hand,
Paying homage to Rain God ending draught of their land.
A new rain fell the very next day
With a mother’s sorrow as part of the pay.
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Submission Name: Zoque Sacrifice2
