Today they finally dug up
And learned to read
In a dead language
An ancient hymn to Marduk
Who through many deftnesses
Comes down to us as George
Or Michael with his dragon-sword
The god of gardens and rivers
Despite his warrior heart
Who back there in Babylon
Spent his youth in freedom
Until we locked him up
In paintings and in sculpture
Made an idol of his duty
Someone else will excavate
And yet just now I saw him
Freely walking up the street
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