A Mayan Poet

Every day in Mexico, 

I eat my chocolate bread. 

Every sun that climbs and goes, 

Hears Maya in my head. 

Every word in Mexican,
Says I Mexi-can't, 

But through every rhyme my chocolate bread,

Feeds my Mayan rant.

I'm a Mayan poet,

A master of apostrophe,

Every day a metaphor,

Comes from Him to me.

He knows I'm a Mayan poet, 

Of this 20th Century,

He also knows I'll follow his road,

to my final Destiny.