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Slowly the shadows file into the ancient Spanish hall--

pale young faces with weary Aztec eyes behind black lines,

  earrings, lipstick, and bodies wrapped in gloom,



beneath the high dome, sallow girls in leather boots,

and ocher-colored lips gather round a central platform,

  stiff, purple hair shifting hues under violet light,



around the stone-cobbled patio, shadows drift inside obsidian

chambers, lean against ancestral walls, while the buzz drone

  of electrified guitars drowns the cries of these lost souls

   in the copal scent of mist in the chilly Mexican night.



                                             11/01/y2k