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-fields  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.