Tenochtitlan is Radioactive

Ehecatl sweeps along the night streets.
No shutters slap shut to avoid him,
no courageous youth waits for him
at the crossroads on the traveler’s bench
under the stars.
He has turned cold and poisonous
despite our blood sacrifice
of an entire planet.

Five billion hearts
held aloft pounding in the silence
And we are no more.

—a man
  Sierra Madre Occidental
  North America