Metropolis, Chokia now,
of the ancient prairie,&nbsp;&nbsp; 
center of civilization&nbsp;&nbsp; 
and sacred mysteries:&nbsp;&nbsp;
the observatory circle&nbsp;&nbsp; 
of wooden poles&nbsp;&nbsp; 
and the sacred hill&nbsp;&nbsp; 
for the holy ones,
center of network trade&nbsp;&nbsp; 
thousands of miles linked -&nbsp;&nbsp; 
all was right&nbsp;&nbsp;
and ordered.
Smaller cities around,&nbsp;&nbsp;
and far away,&nbsp;&nbsp; 
formed a coherent world,
the sun rose,&nbsp;&nbsp;
the sun set -&nbsp;&nbsp; 
at the proper times.

Then the Spirits departed:&nbsp;&nbsp;
rain ceased,&nbsp;&nbsp; 
crops died,&nbsp;&nbsp; 
hunting fled -&nbsp;&nbsp; 
and the world began to fail:&nbsp;&nbsp; 
starving, dying -&nbsp;&nbsp; 
the center did not hold. 
Survivors scattered…&nbsp;&nbsp; 

and no one knows the end.