Valerie Martinez
Sweep

wake to I whirlwind this otherMo hardly see dust I more mornings back hers bent feet bare battle like <Sweep!> says she broom here smaller made me otherMo <Go Darkness Lord> and go like I her furious whirl till go out sticks out spiders like stones stray out tufts cotton bits food <Go, Go!> say I like to tempest<Come Xiuhtecuhtli of hearth fire><Come Tezcatlipoca Smoking Mirror> house ours this dawn fill <Come Tonatiuh> sweep I for you too women your warriors otherMo retsiS and arc and bend we spin go go out chaos out darkness





“Sweep”--“Sweeping was also a crucial part of the rituals that priests carried out at the temples... The power of brooms thus linked women and priests in a common battle against the forces of disorder and darkness.“ Michael E. Smith, The Aztecs.
“Mictlantecuhtli”—Lord of the place of darkness; “Xiuhtecuhtli”—deity of home and hearth; “Tezcatlipoca”—deity of power

Copyright © 2004 Valerie Martinez

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