Monday, August 29, 2011

To Express Thoughts in a Shareable Form

"It is a pilgrim's death to die

In a sacred place, a beast's death

To die in barren wilderness.

They're the same!" Enkidu complained



In one of his many lectures

On the strange nature of culture

That Gilgamesh came to detest,

Much preferring sex and wrestling,



The prerogatives of a king,

To these semantic distinctions

Fine enough to comb out the nits

Infesting the thoughts of his friend.



"Die wherever you want! I wish

I'd never taught you how to talk,"

He grumbled. Then Enkidu left

The king bereft. You know the rest.

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