Origins (Of Measurable Being)

Chuku said,

"heed these words, and canine, spread:

Resurrection lies in the hands of men,

And women.

Lay bodies over dirt fields,

Spreading once-wood ashes upon the dead.

Now, go tell the false mortals of ill taught ways:

Their dealings with dying.

Free them indefinitely,

Of losses pain."

With that the quadruped fled on hastened heels,

On, through death-fileds none would have known,

If not for lethargy.

A bearer's rest would spell disaster.

As the dog slept his god grew restless,

Sent a second bearer in his stead,

Tragically forgetful of what was said.

With renewed vigour of repose,

Canine arrived on sullen scene:

Burnt bodies buried under pervasive earth.

"cease these actions presently;

All you've known of what comes when corpses shun breath

Has left them lifeless."

Failing persuading the faithful,

The unwelcome "cur" left man to his meddling.

And so we die;

The passing of time weighing on our minds.