"At last they called the goddess Aruru
Fertile womb goddess who made the first humans
She made life spurt from the mud of the river
She made life spring from the clay of the uplands.
The great Aruru knew the right answer
To fashion a man equal to Gilgamesh
An untamed man to tame the tyrant
An untaught man to teach him secrets."
― Jenny Lewis
They made him for me,
Brother, that my mother never bore,
Grew him from their spit,
And clay, and from the river shore,
To teach me to be calm.
To teach me how to temper
The wildness of my storm,
And shame me into being twice a man.
They gave him to me,
He walked my halls,
Journeyed with me ’cross the land,
Answered every call
to arms. He was at my side.
Together through the fights,
He helped me build a wall,
With stolen cedar from the gods’ woods.
They took him from me,
Though both should bare the blame.
I walked with him,
His crimes the same
As mine, we wore them well.
My hands lay the Cedar Giant low.
And yet, they only came
For him.
They made him for me,
And gave him to me,
And took him from me,
And gave me something more.
I’d never known,
That I could grieve,
Before.
Insp. The Epic of Gilgamesh
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