Kukulkan

Feathered god rotting in the canopy

Stone throat packed with centuries of blood and smoke

They said he descended with the wind

I only felt him when the ground started swallowing people

This place doesn’t echo

It grinds

Teeth of limestone

Tongue of mold and heat

The jungle chews through names faster than fire ever could

I stepped over offerings that never consented

Bones polished by ritual

By repetition

By men convincing themselves cruelty had a reason

Kukulkan wasn’t a god

He was an excuse

A beautifully dressed justification for murder

A serpent you could point at

While you slit a throat and called it balance

I found Trinity kneeling where no one asked them to

Planting flags in someone else’s grave

Same disease

Different century

Same hands on the knife

Faith here is sticky

Sweat and blood and piss in the cracks of the stairs

You can smell how desperate it was

How many people begged the sky

And got silence in return

I don’t bow

I don’t translate prayers

I put my boot through the altar

And listen to the past fucking crack

The serpent descends every equinox

They said

So does violence

So does hunger

So does some asshole with a rifle and a mission statement

I’ve seen the murals

I know how this ends

A body on its knees

A crowd pretending it’s sacred

If Kukulkan is watching

Let him choke on what’s left

Let him coil around the ruins

And feel how empty worship really is

I’m not chosen

I’m done

Done carrying the weight of dead gods

Done pretending survival needs permission

The temple doesn’t collapse when I leave

It just exhales

Like it’s relieved someone finally said

Enough