Ur
Not even the shadow of its massive brick walls
Stands sentinel over the place where Ur once stood;
Gone the sound of trumpets in the banqueting halls,
Long decayed the temples framed in fragrant woods.
Its proud people, among the first of our race
To gather together to build a city
Held this earth itself a sacred place
Where they prayed to their gods for succor and pity.
By night the moon, by day the sun
Gods both, smiled down upon their fertile land.
The festivals of seasons passed, one by one
Atonements offered, exploits planned.
Now Enlil alone, god of the Winds
Holds court amid acres of broken stones.
As Ur's glory fades. its memory dims,
As scholars pick over the last of its bones.
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2008
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