It’s Aztec poetry that I crave
Netzahualcoyotl strutting across the page
In fine Aztec garb.
Gabbing about all things Aztec
flexing and unblinking
Sinking above the equator
Into oblivion
Not quite and not quietly.
Screeching at the sacrifice
Of the Spanish conquistador, Juan—something or other
And his paramour, a beauty sporting a ruby
Pregnant with fear, her bracelets clanging in the still night.
Accept it, he tells her
Never, she cries, before she dies,
Their bodies broken to honor, Ixpuztec
beneath the sigh of the blood moon,
The bone-cold Milky Way
And the comet, racing across the black sky.
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C. S. De Dona
Author, Poet, Photographer, domestic violence survivor, and naturalized immigrant, Cornelia is currently an Arts and Letters member of The Southwest Florida Branch of The National League Of American Pen Women.
Cornelia lived in Kaneohe, Hawaii, for thirty-six years. Also, seven years in the Mid-Hudson Valley of New York. She now resides in North Fort Myers, Florida.
Her poems and photography are published in print, online, and in Rain Bird, a literary and art journal of the University of Hawaii's Windward Community College (2008-2013).
In 2013, Cornelia received Rain Bird's Kolokolea Poetry Prize for her poem, "Speaking French."
In 2016, her chapbook "Hawaiian Time," entered in the National League of American Pen Women's Vinnie Ream contest, was awarded third place in their inaugural multi-discipline category.
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