600 years, less than 600 years, passed
dismantle the house, and build a boat Atrahasis
gather the elders, carry their tools for if God
should fail man,
then the gods themselves will cease to exist.
Together with one voice, they answer “Yes!”
She creates the drum which beats forever.
Build a boat! The people will
cascade along a river toward open
waters, while this Great Flood of 2020 drowns
irrigation channels which open through a cut-throat flume,
a larynx conducting pulmonary aspiration into the trachea
then the lungs
breathe the oracle of the Babylonian King,
Ammi-Saduqa as God. His scribe etched an epic tale
divine misharum, named Atrahasis. Compassionate
Enki is the god of waters pure and wise instructing the character
of human fortune, of which human integrity survives
the human plague.
600 years, less than 600 years, passed
dismantle the house, and build a boat Atrahasis
gather the elders, carry their tools for if God
should fail man,
then the gods themselves will cease to exist.
Together with one voice, they answer “Yes!”
She creates the drum which beats forever.
It was taken for granted that they were gods.
Only Mami did not proclaim to know,
It was not her role to order or command, it was she who
sang, her hands and spit – creating man from god and clay.
With careless kindness the other gods kissed her feet
and soon forgot this blessing.
Like the gods, man wishes to be fed to be
worshipped, for raising mountains of steel and counting hours,
clucking at unions as loads become ponderous. Afraid,
as Ellil feared his sons, those who gain most from the work of their
slaves, now face rebellion at the door of their homes.
Democracy is a slip of the tongue.
600 years, less than 600 years, passed
dismantle the house, and build a boat Atrahasis
gather the elders, carry their tools for if God
should fail man,
then the gods themselves will cease to exist.
Together with one voice, they answer “Yes!”
She creates the drum which beats forever.
History forgets, the gods welcome freedom from
their burdens until the noise becomes too many. Ancient
Civilization falls through the webbing into Western pride, where the goddess
is denied. As fathers teach control to their sons, the Nile dries
fires spread. Fever becomes a disease traveling into American colonies.
Communist cannibals, madness Black Death.
Tears of grief, remorse and anger gather
passions, gather voice. Let water reject possession!
Let the people save what is alive − Mother of womb, goddess of
destiny walks with Anu, the Sky. They hold hands with destruction, with
no love lost between Heaven
and Creation.
600 years, less than 600 years, passed
dismantle the house, and build a boat Atrahasis
gather the elders, carry their tools for if God
should fail man,
then the gods themselves will cease to exist.
Together with one voice, they answer “Yes!”
She creates the drum which beats forever.
Rachel Marie, ©2020.
Featured Image: early Sumerian pictograph of a = ‘water’
**See post The Sophistication of Sumerian Culture for source
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