December 1
[The Satik letter for “AH”]
But what of us of lesser gods?
Who saves us from the sun?
Who pulls us from the teeth of dogs?
For who do rivers run?
[Len’s senuqe]
December 2
[The Satik letter for “U”]
“Surely,” Scholars say, “No land
is cursed like high Asthaom.
Shadowed by the long mark’s hand,
her people pray for ruin.”
[Symbol of the Temple / Koda.]
December 3
[The Satik letter for “EH”]
When snake and osprey go to war,
the meek alone suffer the score.
[The snake locked in deadly throes with the osprey.]
December 4
[The Satik letter for “I”]
There comes an hour you will feel
the world is without worth
and chase the crooked god’s world-wheel
into the absent north
[Half of a wheel.]
December 5
[The Satik letter for “EE”]
But Dren, the trickster, shook his head,
and to Motu he said:
“In Asthaom, no riverbed
can wash the hand that war dyed red.”
[Motu’s hands.]
December 6
[The Satik letter for “OH”]
And that is what the monk feared most:
To be shunned by his host.
An audience to silent worlds.
A voyeur in the woods.
[Makame in the woods.]
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