Breath, Not Blood

Sacrificed Sun slides across the sky.
Slowly a steep arc he circumscribes.
Breathe, don't bleed; breath, not blood; live, don't die.


Blood he demands for this trail to lead?
No. It was wind blew him forcefully.
Breath, not blood; live, don't die; breathe, don't bleed.


Wind creates movement; it makes and does.
Motion and change come from mouth and tongue.
Live, don't die; breathe, don't bleed; breath, not blood.

(Based on an alternate Nahua version of the birth-of-the-sun myth, in which the newly created sun's refusal to move is remedied by the wind--Quetzalcóatl as Ehécatl--rather than by the sun's demand for the other gods to sacrifice themselves as he had done.)