One of my few political poems. It began with the war in Iraq and now the wanton destruction in the Middle East, then came the Holocaust verse and finally a protest against pollution. In the time of the Gods, all this did not happen on such a scale.
Music Secret Gateway by Louis Cennamo and Jim McCarty.
Hells Screams Epidemic Sounds. Tank Battle BBC Sound effects
When There Were Gods.
When Enlil was God of the great space between Earth and Heaven,
like a wild bull, he thrust into the mountain of the East
and she delivered herself of Summer and Winter like rich cream.
When Enki ruled the deep sweet water between Earth and Below,
like a rampant bull, he went between the two rivers
seeded the Tigris and Euphrates with sparkling water.
When Inanna was God of love and war She brought the Me,
down from her grandfather in Heaven, to the people of Earth.
Said “In battle I am your shield bearer, In war your commander”
The man with the black heart raised his arm to the sky, screamed
and six million were struck by lightning he pulled down from above.
The man with the black heart thrust his hands into the soil, raged
and six million were consumed by flames he pulled up from Below.
Tanks lifted their barrels destroyed what they saw,
crushed a million tablets powdering poetry, killing history.
Bombs now kill women and children whilst others starve.
They Plunge into the rock, pull up black oil to spray in the air.
They plunge into the earth, bring up black coal to darken the sky.
They seed our sparkling waters with poison and filth.
I pray for Inanna to again be our shield in battle commander in war.
I pray for Enlil to once again rule between Earth and Heaven.
I pray for Enki to once again rule between Earth and Below.
I pray for the Wild Bulls to return, for Summer and Winter
to be again delivered as sweet honey and rich cream.
© Anthony Fisher November 2010