We filled a room with gold
as high as Montezuma could reach,
stole the gold and killed the old man,
as foretold in aztec dreams.
We dammed the Amazon at Xingu
as the Munduruku chiefs wept.
It will be the third largest hydro dam
in the world. Until it isn’t.
Foretold is forgone.
Our priests said do it.
Our priests work for Bechtel and Halliburton.
You have to worship the right gods.