They buried their dead in a sitting posture serpent cane razor ray of the sun And she sprinkled water on the head of my child, crying “Cioa-coatl! Cioa-coatl!” with her face to the west Where the bones are found, in each personal heap with what each enjoyed, there is always the Mongolian louse
This second part of the poem is so haunting and beautiful, the spaces between the words make you pause and stop for each one for the lines "serpent cane razor ray of the sun". the words serpent and razor invoke the image of death even though they are terms used to describe the rays of the sun, in the lines that follow the poet speaks about burying the dead and how piles of bones are found in "each personal heap". death is described quietly as something that occurs often and is adapted to. Death and life are the same.