Adamah, a pawn
He came from the soil; deaf,
blind and ignorant
Raising granaries like fortresses,
mighty ziggurats into the sky
Careless and arrogant
he mapped the skies
Each bean of light, a
rung for his grasping hand
Adamah, outcaste
Driven to the desert, far
the green gardens, parched and broken
Father of monsters, builder
of cities, enslaver of men and families
Pouring blood into the
thirty ground
Mixed with lime, the quick
foundation
Corrupt Adamah
Keeper of secrets, the
thief in the night, Jealous of the light
Like Manu, a man of tyranny, or drunk Noah
whispering curses
Cruel and hateful old
man climbing the dais
On the backs of broken
men
Foolish Adamah
Doomed by the spirits
of revenge
The biting wind, sharp
and cold, listen to the thunder roll
Watch the flash of Enkidu’s
spear, burning your brittle bones
A glowing cinder like a
dying star
Adamah falling
Into hands made strong
by toil, turning the wheel
The oppressed rising, to
set the world on fire
The meek inherit ashes,
bitumen and pitch
Nothing grows in salted
fields
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