The sun was setting.
Bright orange was the sky.
Murky gold were the clouds.
Two men face to face.
Both stood atop the tallest pyramid in all of Anahuac.
One of them was the chief of the Aztec tribes.
The other one was a distinguished conquistador commander.
Each held their ground.
A standoff –
“Fuck this guy, who the fuck does he think he is?
Coming here to my land and trying to take my people away?
Bringing disease with their nasty asses!!”
These were the thoughts in the chief’s head.
“Indigenous native scum!
How dare he oppose our religious beliefs!
My God shall smite him and his people!
That bastard will learn to kneel before me!!”
These were the thoughts in the conquistadors head.
A standoff no more as the chief suddenly decapitated the conquistadors head clean off.
Well, not so clean, it was actually really messy.
The Aztec chief just stood there and raised the head as an offering to the Sun God.
And the Sun God seemed pleased, for soon after there was a loud hush over the city.
Purple lightning lit up the sky and then the loud voices of the nation were heard again.
One small victory in the impending war that would soon be on its way…
©Mauricio Rincon ®Skeletal Abstract 2019