BURNING | TURNING| YEARNING | LEARNING | MOURNING
I.
I’m crying in my head, thinking “Why is there no escape?”
I thought my prayers to Teshub had been enough, to be in his grace
and grant me liquid relief.
But the sun has no shadow, it’s so high up
Rays, light-beams that are just a trick of the eyes, they touch me
I feel them, no shade to cover me, for the trees are dead
I’m crunching dead, dried grass, and I thank the spirits
of the Swamp for leaving this land slightly moist
For if it weren’t for them, I’d surely be alright
Under the unwanted looks from Helios, sun lord-tyrant.
And I can go on about how ‘delicate’ my “sun people” skin is
I used to know all of the seasons and now I’m left to
summer day and night, this part of the earth gets no…
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