“La Liturgia del Espejo (Segundo Aullido en Coyoacán)”

“La Liturgia del Espejo (Segundo Aullido en Coyoacán)”

(Sequel to “Las Ruinas de Coyoacán” — Tingster & The Coyotitos)

[Verse 1]

I came back through San Juan’s square,
Tiles split like old confessions.
Ahuejotes stand like ribs,
Guarding dry, abandoned lessons.

Your chinampas—stitched by ancestors—
Now barcode graves of shattered seed;
You drained the songs to charge your phones,
Then called that silence “need.”

[Verse 2]

You swapped the priesthood of care
For the priestcraft of applause.
Scrolls replaced the living scroll—
Hands forgot their sacred laws.

You wore obsidian like fashion,
But never faced its edge;
Your mirror learned to talk for you…
And sold your vow for ledge.

[Pre-Chorus]

It wasn’t war that broke your gates—
It was the mirror… and your face.

[Chorus]

Coyoacán, I’m back to count the cost—
The art you pawned, the roots you lost.
You traded covenant for trends,
Then called your ruins “means to ends.”

Coyoacán, the serpent knows—
Where truth was cut, no garden grows.
Your code can mimic prayer and light…
But neither rises in the night.

[Verse 3]

In Tlatelolco’s broken squares
I heard a choir of bricks;
They testified: “We warned in cracks—
You answered us with tricks.”

A child’s kite snagged on wire,
A saint’s face washed in ash;
You called the elders “unconfirmed,”
And voted down the past.

[Bridge]

“When water asked for reverence,
you gave it pipes and leaks.
When memory asked for guardians,
you offered viral peaks.
You learned to bless your appetite,
then tithed to every feed…
And wondered why your children starved
while drowning in their ‘need.’”

[Breakdown]

I am the coyote, judge and kin—
Not here to mock, but name the sin:
Forsaking God for glass and fame,
You knelt to self and renamed shame.

[Pre-Chorus 2]

It wasn’t war that took your breath—
The mirror taught you gentle death.

[Final Chorus]

Coyoacán, there’s mercy still—
A spring runs under every hill.
Break the mirror, bless the ground,
Plant a vow where pride was crowned.

Coyoacán, if you return—
The soil remembers what to learn.
Call the Name you tried to hide…
Watch the dead roots come alive.

[Outro]

The canal breathes once.
Choose water… or the screen.