Lectures on Death at Chaco Canyon, New Mexico
April 2, 2018The ranger stoops to toss a stick away
and points to a narrow hole dug in the mud.
“Snakes,” she says, “are plentiful this year;
there’s some bubonic plague in rodents here.”
The ranger stoops to toss a stick away
and points to a narrow hole dug in the mud.
“Snakes,” she says, “are plentiful this year;
there’s some bubonic plague in rodents here.”
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The sun shines a triangle through the hazed glass
of the shop door, spotlighting the eternal snow of dust
falling and collecting, as if by magnetic force,
on drill bits, saw blades, and boxes of nails.