Just saw "Apocalypto"
From gent with rage of road.
(He's already made fortune;
Took in with his Opus, gold.)
Things get bad; the crops are cursed,
And then the battles brew.
From gorge, huff that blowpipe, Mayan.

Rollin' are heads, way down
In pre-Conquista Mexico.
This is no laughin' crew
'cause they know throats will be scored.
The sun shines 'cause it's sunny;
Moon snuffs it, but that ends.
No gorge! The cuttin' throat pipes suspends.

Shaman in this Mayan scene
Says, "Take them all away."
Now they must face corn and run
Fast as the arrows spray.
Guys all get shot down, except one who stands
Runs well, resourceful, too--
So. . .forged, struck with blowpipe a man.

Oowwwww!!!

Pursuers harangue and holler
Because that blown dart stung
One of them; another done in
By spring-load spiked tree trunk.
Hero saves his mate from rain,
The Spaniards come in.

Oh lord, guys stuck by mo' spikes again.
So gored, guys struck by blown spikes; noggins. . .
Rolled. For'gn: guy sub'd for those lines again.
So bored. Why such o'erblown tripe again?