Mesopotamia - Poem by Luca Menin
While the thawing of the mountain are turned into a valley.
The soft undulation of the flowing water, shape the terrain & feed the river.
Invigorating roots of domain spirit.
Sunrise and sunset are battled for supremacy on a portrays of fiery rays and rings, creating cylinder seals of flaming mountain views.
The ember from the fire, between the river are burning straws & reeds of enjoyable flavour,
Shape & dimension of heated metal, decapitated antelope fawns & pluck.
Glimpse of monster, Bull man tale, fears creature of the mountains,
Bitter tears of willow trees, slew the rivers.
The conquerors of the stolen land, observe the heavens and ship the river of wondrous land and fierce beast, with Wooden vessel of mounds and dirt, reaching the Sea house on the Heaven-Earth.
Fertile crescent, power and glory of buried ruins,
Lyres of ancient tale & artefacts of spiritual forebears, revealing, veiled crumbling mosaic.
Forces were rising.
Cradle of civilization, Lugal's dynasty, composition of languages,
Poems of lamentation, myths omitted.
Sumerian. Assyrian, Babylonian, Hurrians, Hittites and Canaanite.
"From the epic of Gilgamesh"
Life, which you look for, you will never find.
For when the gods created man, they let death be his share,
And with held life in their own hands
Fill your belly
Day and night make merry.
Let the day be full of joy
Dance & make music day and night.
And wear fresh clothes
and wash your head and bathe.
Look at the child, that is holding your hand
and let your wife delight in your embrace
these things alone are the concern of man.
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