🪶Blood in the Clay
In the council of thunder where star-fires glow,
Anu called the heavens to gather and know
That the hands of the workers were blistered with pain,
Digging canals through celestial rain.
Igigi cried out in a rebel’s refrain,
“Our burden is death, this labor insane.”
So Enki, the wise, in the stillness declared,
“Let dust learn to breathe what the gods cannot bear.”
They slaughtered a light from the infinite flame
And poured its red echo in earthen domain
Mixed flesh of the cosmos with riverbed clay
And molded a vessel to shoulder the day.
Within every rib they implanted a ghost
A breath of the god they had sacrificed most
So humans could labor yet never forget
That heaven once burned in the blood that we sweat.
We walk made of starlight imprisoned in skin,
Ancient divinity locked deep within
Born from the soil yet seeded with skies
We carry dead gods in our hearts and our eyes.
And when we create, sing, struggle, or pray,
We echo the moment of blood meeting clay
Because every soul is a memory scar
Of the god we became when we fell from the stars.
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