Break shadows besides Ceiba trees–
flowers are falling on these words color.
Flint cuts what you don’t know.

Ancestors are watching you–night glow.
Dawn sun falls into forehead shines.
Light breaks iris glare might.

You are the ancestors in every–breathe.
Voices bleed out.
Marble stone plaques strewn the floors green

Jose Trejo Maya was born in Celaya, Guanajuato Mexico and spent his first eight years in the small, neighboring rural pueblo of Tarimoro. In 1988, his family and he migrated to California, where he would go on to earn three degrees and develop a passion for ethno-poetic language poetry. Among his inspirations, he includes the ancient poet Netzahualcoyotl and contemporary Guatemalan poet Humberto Ak’Abal. He has been published in the Nimrod International Poetry Journal, Belleville Park Pages, Star 82 Review, Visions International Review, Lost Coast Review, Redactions: Poetry, Poetics, & Prose, and Altadena Poetry Review, among others.