[SunkenCiv]

Thanks BenLurkin, nice find! I don't think this has been covered, but if it has, I don't even care, not least because of my geriatric memory loss.

[Fred Nerks]

http://www.gatewaystobabylon.com/myths/texts/lamentations/lamentur.html

Great fires he lit that heralded the storm. The people mourn.
And lit on either flank of furious winds the searing heat of the desert.
Like flaming heat of noon this fire scorched.

The storm ordered by Enlil in hate, the storm which wears away the country,
covered Ur like a cloth, veiled it like a linen sheet.

On that day did the storm leave the city; that city was a ruin.
O father Nanna, that town was left a ruin. The people mourn.
On that day did the storm leave the country. The people mourn.
Its people(’s corpses), not potsherds,
littered the approaches.
The walls were gaping;
the high gates, the roads,
were piled with dead.
In the wide streets, where feasting crowds (once) gathered, jumbled they lay.
In all the streets and roadways bodies lay.
In open fields that used to fill with dancers,
the people lay in heaps.

The country’s blood now filled its holes, like metal in a mold;
bodies dissolved — like butter left in the sun.

From Clay Tablets of the Olden Days
http://www.gatewaystobabylon.com/myths.htm

[proud American in Canada]

Wow that is very interesting!

Thanks for posting this!

Julie