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Robert Butler

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Storyboards, Illustrations, Music Videos, London, UK

Sumerian cuneiform is like

some kind of crazy braille.

I want to hold that oval tablet in my hand.

Weighty, solid, substantial,

it looks more like ivory than clay,

A loaf of words,

polished white, by age, or use, or sand.

A giant incisor, cutting through time.

A white gourd hatched in the earth

its skin pricked with fence-like marks,

as if birds had gone mad and

danced on its surface

or animals had tracked in strange rhythm,

imprinting with barbed claw and talon, and

not teased by human hand

out of plasticine clay.

The syllables wind around the entire perimeter

of the tablet, row after row, like a bandage bound tight,

tightly packed, like arrowheads resting up

against each other, tiny flints to

inflict harm,

spiky sentences

that draw blood or money.

So long ago, the dominion of words began,

now, charged with unintelligibility,

but still recognisable,

the old fraudster, trickster, bending reality

to its cause.



Sumerian tablet