Chuku said, "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-fileds 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.