Cut out my heart, it still beats
a fountain of pataxte and cacao
that Itzel eats
in the citadel, Teotihuacan,
besieged by Wal-Mart
and Cabrakan.
My pulse, the quaking earth
and His mountains advance
to Shield Skull’s rebirth.
Troops of bone and ambergris
pry the blades off dozers,
avengers three:
Itzel, Shield Skull — and Cabrakan
in the citadel, Teotihuacan.

[After selling his first 100 poems, WC Roberts bought a second-hand television set in 2011.  He can’t get Mystery Theater or Happy Days reruns on his rabbit ears, not way out where he is, so he Rarebit dreams of riding in the sidecar with motorcycle-tough Miss Marple as she jumps the shark —  or tries to — night after night.  Desperate for a satellite dish, he applies his imagination to works of fiction.]