Constant Valentine

I had to work late again last night
On my sketchy memories but this time
Got as far back as the cuneiform years
Where I usually happily get stuck
In the vast farm country of Assyria
Where we lived in an orange light
As far as the eye could see
And the nights were a living alphabet
Of messages and to-do lists
The gods were always writing
There were ziggurats to build
And bakeries and temples
Before any serious thinking
Could happen though we lived
In constant expectation of it