Main Story: “The Tower of Morning’s Bones” by Hal Duncan
(Originally published in Paper Cities: An Anthology of Urban Fantasy.)
“Once upon a time, the land of Shuber and Hamazi,
Many tongued Sumer, the great Land of princeship’s divine laws,
Uri, the land having all that is appropriate,
The land Martu, resting in security,
The whole universe, the people in unison,
To Enlil, in one tongue gave praise.”
— Samuel N. Kramer (trans.), Enmerkar and The Lord of Aratta
Daybreak in the Underworld
A dream, astream, a babe asleep, alone by babbalong of riveron, past shimmer falls & hinter springs, we finned a wolfchild in invernal wildwoods—where?
See there? we say.
A marblous youth carved out in white & green of mirrormoon & veins of vines: a singer slain. Muses & furies dance around him in an Amazon of maize. The winged horse of his sylph sups at the water lapping, slapping, at his feet. Flowers & leaves form almost a blankout over him.
What is his name? we quiz. If we could kissper it in his ear, he might arise out of the night, into the mourning.
Away, we scoff at our others.
A way? A — wait! He is awakening.
Hal Duncan is the author of Vellum and Ink, more recently Testament, and numerous short stories, poems, essays, and even some musicals. Homophobic hate mail once dubbed him “THE…. Sodomite Hal Duncan!!” [sic], and you can find him online at halduncan.com or at his Patreon for readings, reveling in that role.
About the Narrator:
Seth Williams is the avatar for a three-kilometer sentient starship that is parked (probably uncomfortably) close to the third planet. Surprisingly, he has not yet been discovered. He is very happy that the inhabitants have discovered enough technology to that he can communicate in this limited fashion. Any communications can be directed to theboojum.org.