Tikal
Like the watchful, brooding Sphinx,
The ruined temples are patient.
They Keep the Faith, here
Where long ago men flung
These huge stone towers
Against the sky.
Invoking their Gods
With spells so potent
They needs must respond,
They called up something
They could not put down.
There are whispers in the shadows
And a
Where the flames once burned so brightly
Should we not expect a spark?
Where the Maya ruled like eagles
Now the silent jungle’s grown.
There are
voices in the wind.There are
spirits in the stone.
Like the eyeless scrutiny of skulls,
The gaping portals
Of these crumbling ramparts
Cast their hollow gaze upon us.
But, oh, my brothers, in the days of old
The power flowed through the land
Like veins of fire.
Like a web of light the gods had spun
To hold the glory of the sun.
Tikal
