Lunar Landing
Chaco, Chaco Pueblo, pueblo Solar and lunar Casting shadow Crossed perfect symmetry Over generations Passing down Great calculations To one day build A night full of houses That track the Sun As it falls and rises To follow the Moon As it waxes and wanes Over eighteen years Of coming and goings Houses full of empty rooms For ghostly guests Not even tombs For no body rests In the broken vessels Of offerings made To the ancestors travels North to South Down roads that unravel After countless miles Chaco, Chaco Pueblo, pueblo The presence of The Peoples Persists through the morrows