Hunahpu and Ixbalanque,

The Blowgunner and The Jaguar Sun, 

Are on an important quest.

 

Though quests have long since been unstylish,

They know it will be worth their while,

When they finally know

Their father's face.

 

So every morning,

They awake with the birdsong,

Grab a camera as old and tired as their grandmother,

Smile widely,

And show the world

Their magic tricks.

They remove their                             heads

D e t a c h   t h e i r   l i m b s

Laugh until their sides stitch

and put it all back.

 

After their fun is had,

They edit quickly-

Time is always of the essence-

And post it quietly

onto their Youtube channel.

 

The people of Xibalba

watch, and

laugh! and

'oooh!' and

'ahhhh' and

the likes come pouring in

from everywhere.

 

The love and adoration

Is almost a win

For this YouTube power duo,

But there is something else

They crave more.

 

They understand that

They will never understand

What it means to be satisfied

Until they see

Their father's smile.

 

They failed him once,

And hang their heads in shame at the memory

Of their bones being ground into dust

And thrown into a river

Like worthless specks of dust.

 

They will not fail again,

They promise each other in quiet looks

As the glare of a computer screen

Ignites their grim features.

 

Then it happens-

A single email!

A quiet invite!

And all of their dreams come true.

 

They are invited

To defy death

In front of those

Who brought death onto

Their father's soul.

 

They forsake their camera-

It was but a tool-

And like any good YouTuber,

Perform a true live stunt

In front of their biggest fans.

 

The audience 

watches, and

laughs!!! and

'ooooohs' and

'ahhhhhs' and

clap their hands.

 

"Will you join in our act?"

The twins glibly ask,

And the Gods of Death

gladly obey.

 

The twins remove the Gods'                     heads

D e t a c h   t h e i r   l i m b s

Laugh until their sides stitch,

and leave them there.

 

The Gods of Death

Are reduced to nothing

But a pile of limbs.

 

Now, they run to put their father

Together again.

 

They finally know

Their father's face,

And finally understand

what it means to be satisfied.

 

He laughs at his appearance,

and bemoans the loss of his looks,

but his children reassure him.

 

To them, he is not merely

a father or

a god.

 

To them,

and to all,

he is hope.