Shadows

The little clay tablets have been unearthed, Their cuneiform secrets quite deciphered. I sensed a poem of our century lay revealed, with men waiting eager in the cradle's wings for this Sumerian development. Some five thousand years have passed by now, yet in a deep sense the moment has never died. Ancient poet, juggle words for me. Write only of a man called Enmerkar, not that he ruled in Uruk and was born of gods. For I would wish......... Nor describe how he ordered Aratta, ( a city-state outside Sumer's domain), to submit and bring precious stones, lapis lazuli, silver, gold; for shrines. Or that when his demands were met with a bluff, like a nuclear scientist he threatened, destruction and dust. Because having read such things a thousand times....