Missions on the Coast

I am she:
La Llorona
And like a song,
I screech.

I am dead!
I AM DEAD!
Where are you, my children?
And I am my own son.
And I have been murdered, too.

I am he:
Huitzilopochtli,
And his sister, too.
I have lopped off
My own head,
And sent it rolling down the hill.
I have done it:
Elected murder
By the cross

You may call me
civil.