Wild Gods of Mexico - Ray Wylie Hubbard

There?

s a lot I don?

t understand

There?

s so much that I don?

t know

Lately, I?

ve been thinkin?

?bout the wild gods of Mexico

Mr. Campbell says they was feathered serpents

Highly revered a 1000 years ago

Now a days, nobody much recalls the wild gods of Mexico

Hearsay?

s got?

em viscous and vain

Demanding blood and flesh and bone

Sacrifice was what it was, for the wild gods of Mexico

The woman I love desired a child

She abandoned hope as we grew old

In desperation I swore an oath to the wild gods of Mexico

With conviction and for recompense

I took a dog and I cut its?

throat

Drained the blood into a wooden cup

For the wild gods of Mexico

Now there?

s a lot I don?

t understand

There?

s so much I don?

t know

Someday soon I?

ll tell my son about the wild gods of Mexico

Someday soon I?

ll tell my son about the wild gods of Mexico