In the oldest times before the tilling of the land
the people would live
and the people would die.
And when the moon would return to her fullness in the night’s sky
she would say, “everybody up!”
and they would all rise up and go on living again.
One night, an old, wise man came out and told her
“let them remain dead” and so she did
and none came back to life again.
Except for the moon herself, she continued to come back