Nannar with His Beard of Lapis, Gazing at the Euphrates, Pt.1

Day 17 

Nannar wept,

For all that he surveyed,

The silver-veined rivulets,

The argent lagoons,

Pearly pools of lazurite,

Were but reflections of himself.

Cities brought low,

Temples forsaken,

All of Mesopotamia, sullen

In the fiction of Tiamat as chaos monster