''Haramaneesh (Ikhnon IV)'' - A poem by John Eric Gulliksen

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a poem by John Eric Gulliksen

AND it came to pass that Ikhnon
persevering in his quest
set foot upon a sparse red desert

Hot and dry was the aften
and Ikhnon, thirsting,
had long since drained his flagon of even the tiniest dregs

And so it was that Ikhnon, fainting,
did drag himself through the rusted sand
into the shade of a monstrous pillar of salt
upon which was inscribed the name

Gazing into the heavens
he watched the carrion-eaters circling
and, presently, his spark did spiral down
to unconsciousness
and upon the clean white page thus revealed
were these words:

The bitter shall bring forth sweet
death shall give birth to life
and the dry shall surrender sustenance
It remains but to avail oneself of this

and forcing open rheumy lids
Ikhnon turned himself and pressed cracked lips
to the column Haramaneesh

And lo!
his jowls were filled with water
sweet unto the finest wine

And presently, refreshed,
Ikhnon arose to continue his quest

and the megalith Haramaneesh
did shine within his lonely place of vigil