Trussed on the Radiation Table

Speak my Name silently,
Or by removing the vowels,
Leaving mostly gristle, the toughest parts.

Call me She Who Heals,
She Who Has Visions,
One Who Laughs Aloud.

Sacrifice requires toughness.
A lift of the chin to expose the throat,
A long fall, weighted with gold, into the cenote,
That the tribe may live, that the sun may rise.

Call me One Who Gave it All,
One who lives again.
Call me Fierce.