Talking Goose

They had been sitting in the sun but she soon opted for a shady spot

and so they moved to the table under the awning attached to a sleeping carousel.

The distant mirror

         Again, death  filled  the sacred shrines 

                          with lifeless bodies, 

          all the temples of the heavenly ones 

                                 everywhere 

                       crowded with carcasses 

religion of the gods was not counted for much:

the grief of the moment overwhelmed it all. 

Nor did the old rites of burial continue in the city,

                          Horrors of burial.  

   the whole people was disordered and in panic,       every man sorrowing buried his dead,

                                laid out as best he could