I wonder. What happens now that the penacho has fallen off Moctezuma’s head? The serpent has escaped our grasp. Will the serpent now seek new fruits?
Look! The ochre obsidian statuettes of diminutive faces not unlike that of Cihuacoatl lined-up with onyx and mother of pearl studded jars topple and fall as they watch the hanging avocados snap-off and fall alongside the mighty temple to Huitzilopochtli.
True oblivion has come. It is flanked by a serpent and a spider who help capture and trap its prey in a nefarious vortex of pain. It has already consumed our living blood and there is nothing we can do but lay down our courage and our faith and accept eternal torment.