The Mummies Of Mexico

the mummies roam
throughout Mexico

now that
it’s all over with

fear the pyramids
say the elders

the young
do not listen

and offer their blood
willingly

deep into the night
you hear their screams

the wise
have bolted their doors

the smell
of fried nopales

is the only sound
you’ll smell

up here in the mountains
it is safe

they do not
climb well

says a wrinkled abuelo
to his granddaughter