Chetro Ketl

dreams fallen into the kivas
ceremonies of smoke and drums
flickering light
fallen silent long ago
I wonder as I wander
of twisted words and broken thumbs
darkened nights
where did they go
they too had open hearts
these ancient ones
their cries no longer heard
above the canyon walls
thoughts of Greek tragedy
for many moons and many suns
the dances of whispered word
destiny calls

Gomer LePoet ....