Ever Since Ashur

Sol’s melammu hasn’t changed
Much. Sunspots come and go,
Some brilliant coronal storms,

Good for auroras below,
But on the whole, Sol’s still Sol.
It’s just the sun gods that changed,

Most of them in museums,
And few even know their names—
It’s just the climate that’s changed,

Thanks to events on this globe,
Not any fault of old Sol.
So there’s the sun, burning still,

And here you are, and we are,
Hardly recognizable,
Our own way of burning still.