Chuku said,
“heed these words, and canine, spread:
Resurrection lies in the hands of men,
And women.
Lay bodies over dirt fields,
Spreading once-wood ashes upon the dead.

Now, go tell the false mortals of ill taught ways:
Their dealings with dying.
Free them indefinitely,
Of losses pain.”

With that the quadruped fled on hastened heels,
On, through death-fileds none would have known,
If not for lethargy.
A bearer's rest would spell disaster.

As the dog slept his god grew restless,
Sent a second bearer in his stead,
Tragically forgetful of what was said.

With renewed vigour of repose,
Canine arrived on sullen scene:
Burnt bodies buried under pervasive earth.

“cease these actions presently;
All you've known of what comes when corpses shun breath
Has left them lifeless.”

Failing persuading the faithful,
The unwelcome “cur” left man to his meddling.
And so we die;
The passing of time weighing on our minds.