The Ulangar: Book III, Part 14

This continues Book III of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

The team spent three hours moving the earth for the great shell

with silver shovels and golden picks and somber hands and wet cheeks

The body was placed deep within the six feet of walls

covered in a dark red shawl

to blend leaked ichor with cloth

As the caste was lowered into the tomb

Nefthys did sing such lament

[

'The glory which is Sun

hath dissipated in the mist of night

No more shall it sing again

upon the Soul that leaves this dark

'Thy will with Stars is over

and thy will with Nothing has begun

travel far and travel fast

let nothing hinder thy flight

'The moon is rising

and stone makes black

This mirror of glory

shall be thine candle and thy sponge

'Fly sweet essence to that lofty place

and rise again where ever the hand doth wave'

]

The earth was replaced as the black rain began to fall

all about the Great Mountain of Creusa

smudging features blending image

sloppy dirt and tears dark

sinking deep into the craterless moon

and mingled with the silent flesh

As the party left the mound of mud

the memories began to blur