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The historical record opens east of the Mediterranean Sea in the mid-third millennium circa 2250 B.C.E.
The earth of the Fertile Crescent, the Cradle of Civilization, provided the generating spark that instigated society's creation.
Sumer arose from the sea in lower Mesopotamia on a vast alluvial plain laid down by the Tigris and Euphrates.
Sumerians built walled city-states like Ur, Lagash and Umma, Eridu, Larsa, Adab and Kish, Nippur, Erech and Kissura.
Outside each city's walls were cluster! s of farms and orchards watered by irrigation canals that ran from the rivers many miles o'erland.
Harvesters swung sickles in lush fields of cereal grains. Ox-drawn wagons of produce plodded by in a well-laden parade.
Among stands of date palms and olive groves grazed fat cattle, sheep and goats. The rivers swarmed with large transports, luxury vessels and small boats.
Four-wheeled chariots rolled by in the dust kicked up by bronze-helmeted infantry, which settled on the gemlike flowers reproduced in Sumerian jewelry.
Like a necklace these outer suburbs ringed a high, defensive wall enclosing flat-roofed, mudbrick buildings each with its own small courtyard
opening on a maze of narrow streets thronged with scarlet and orange clad people shouting over whirring potters' wheels and the clang of hammer on metal.
Colonnades that made shade were inlaid with scintillating tiled tesserae of cows and doves and the god, Anu, who ruled the all-encircling sky.
Stone-carving was well-developed in bas-relief of power and beauty. Multi-hued mosaic friezes depicted winged lions, bulls and eagles.
In fine houses the sun may have shown through walls of clerestory windows on furniture of simple, but elegant design of which Sumerians used very little.
The odor of roast Tigris salmon and music floated slowly out mudbrick grill windows. Indoors olives in translucent green bowls sat on low, reed wickerwork tables.
Guest seated on backless chairs ate roast pig and goat's milk cheese, honeyed platters of dates and pomegranates, and garlic in sour cream.
Wine was poured from a tall, graceful veined alabaster jar. Beer was slowly sipped from a blue lapis cup through a straw.
Guests retired among pottery painted gaily with birds and animals to play parlor games on boards inlaid with brown mottled tortoise shell.
The epic poem, Gilgamesh, was recited to the accompanying lyre's thrum, silver double-pipes, long copper cymbals and carnelian and obsidian inset drums.
Further toward the center of the city stood the wall of the Temple Enclosure. Inside it soaring high to the intense azure sky stood the ziggurat, a huge tired tower
like stacks of boxes arranged in a series, larger to smaller, set up one upon the other and planted with luxuriant gardens.
Its walls were embedded with millions of fragments of multi-colored pottery. A white-washed shrine sat on a summit platform where fragrant incense burned perpetually.
Ziggurats perhaps stood for the mountains from which Sumerian peoples had come. They were the homes of each city's deity representing the heaven-to-earthly bond.
Dedicated to the forces of Nature, the ziggurat was not merely a temple, but the living pulse of the city. University. Town Hall. Cathedral.
Sumerian sciences were developed to meet severely practical needs, most involving measurement like calculating maximum crop yields.
Astronomy came into being by observing the night sky's stars to measure seasons and predict the floods of the double rivers' rising waters
to fix the time of religious festivals, the plantings and the reapings. Sumerian cosmology comprised both science and religion.
Math was used to measure boundaries of land that had been flooded. They became hydraulic engineers to control and manage the waters.
Architects made plans and drawings for buildings' dimensions and capacity. Merchants measured weight and bulk in the! exchange of their commodities.
They used multiplication, proportion, square and cube roots and division. Our clocks and watches still measure time by their sexigesimal system.
Physicians extracted healing substances from animals, plants and minerals. A handbook of pharmacopoeia listed remedies, salves and simples.
Their schools evolved from training scribes and temple officials to something more closely resembling our universities and colleges.
Scholarly knowledge and science were contained in exercises and texts along with lists of birds and minerals, animals, plants and insects,
Sumerian words and phrases, mathematical tables and problems, grammatical texts and groups of Sumerian epic poems.
Their society was cooperative and democratic in principle. The members of the community, rich and poor, all were considered equal.
The nigenna-land, or commons, was worked "by all for all." The high and low toiled every year in the fields and canals of the gods.
City governments weren't all absolute. There appear to have been two Houses, an Upper, or Senate, of city elders, and a Lower of men who bore arms.
Urukagina, a Sumerian governor, the earliest known reformer, restrained tax-gathering priests and kept the rich from oppressing the poor.
He established amargi, or freedom, in his dual kingdom of Lagash and Ur, the first recorded use in history of freedom as a political term.
All this evidence of who we've been and are was excavated in successive layers, a palimpsest of civilization under the marshes of Mesopotamia.
Man the hunter. Man the shepherd. Weaver of spun wool garments. Arbiter of agriculture. Originator of government.
Designer of metal implements. Physician. Priest. Astronomer. Scientist. Architect. Engineer. Professor. Warrior. Author.
Merchant. Geographer. Poet. Artist. Musician. Fisherman. Potter. Inventor. Philosopher. Mathematician.
But the Sumerians' invention of writing is the crowning achievement of humanity. Among Earth's creatures man alone can transmit accumulated knowledge over the centuries.
But Iraq's oil empire "needed change," we decided in our megalomania, and in America's first pre-emptive war we blew up Mesopotamia.
The crisscross of ancient irrigation canals had still been visible from the sky, but that legacy is now a casualty of "smart" bombs that exploded nearby.
As our soldiers were guarding the oil fields, soldiers of fortune were running amok, bulldozing the archaeological record, carrying history away by the truck.
Where there'd been remains of ziggurats and half-standing mudbrick walls, so many illegal holes have been dug the land is as pockmarked as a golf ball.
They sacked the libraries and the museums once again destroying collective knowledge. Not since the burning of the library of Alexandria has man committed such a cultural atrocity.
It's a miracle if anything of Sumer remains. Civilization's beginnings are probably gone. Saddam Hussein stole amargi -- freedom,
but the United States finished the
job. Vi Ransel lives in New York, and can be reached at: rosiesretrocycle@yahoo.com. Other Poems by Vi Ransel *
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America -- P.I.A.
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