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STONE grating on a copper bowl,
The song is faint and forced.
Blood spattered from blue eagles!
Lungs ripped from a white phoenix!
Cassia seeds fall as clouds
Sway their carriage-awnings.
Dead trees and crumbling sand,
A baleful valley-isle,
There the Western Mother, ageless now,
Once grew immortal.
Grottoes washed clear of dragon's pure spittle.
Gold claws buried in water-lapped coves.
Green shrouds the hillside steps
Mourning in moss,
The River Ladies, drying their tears,
Snapped off these giant bamboos.
The Lotus Dragons left this land
A thousand years ago,
Smell of fish lingers after rain—
And that of iron.
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