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Tuesday, March 19, 2019


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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