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THE GODS-CARPENTERS ARE MAKING A SARCOPHAGUS FOR THE EARTH
Whose are these boards?
Walnut trees.
Whose are these spike-nails?
Blacksmiths.
Who am I?
We don’t know.
Who are you?
Gods-carpenters.
What are you doing?
A sarcophagus for the earth.
Why?
We will burry it.
Are you good at funerals?
Yes, we are gods.