My Aztec Princess

Soon it will
be your birthday
once again,

my brown
Aztec princess.
I was so foolish

way back then
to think
that you would be mine.

Of course
I was just
one of the work-men

who carried stone
to the base
of the pyramid.

This pyramid
that will
honor you

for centuries
to come
with it’s glory,

the sun
melting on
each stone.

Each stone
turning to
the gold

that the stupid
Spaniards
could not find.