Aztec Mask

Carl Sandburg

1878 to 1967

Poem Image

I wanted a man’s face looking into the jaws and throat of life 
With something proud on his face, so proud no smash of the jaws, 
No gulp of the throat leaves the face in the end 
With anything else than the old proud look
        Even to the finish, dumped in the dust, 
        Lost among the used-up cinders,
        This face, men would say, is a flash, 
        Is laid on bones taken from the ribs of the earth, 
        Ready for the hammers of changing, changing years,
        Ready for the sleeping, sleeping years of silence 
        Ready for the dust and fire and wind 
I wanted this face and I saw it today in an Aztec mask 
A cry out of storm and dark, a red yell and a purple prayer, 
A beaten shape of ashes 
        waiting the sunrise or night, 
        something or nothing, 
        proud-mouthed, 
        proud-eyed gambler