There is a one in 6 billion chance (or is it 7?)
that you will be the one chosen
when the council, aged and wise,
meet where the ancient roads cross.
Courage does not matter.
Home is buried in plastic and radioactive waste.
We cannot go home;
we must find place.
Naked in the Devil’s playground,
running and leaving it all behind,
the council has not forgotten the shoe
you left in the kiva.