Great Ashatar is silent as the stars:
The dragon and the cormorant possess
The streets that end in desert emptiness;
And all its men have perished in glad wars.
In silver clouds vast herds of unicorns
Descend upon the city in the night;
They battle with the savage bulls, and fight
Until the blood drips from their pointed horns.
A serpent, writhing in the sickly light,
Uncoils its length above the scarlet flood;
And staring at the wounded bulls in flight
It laps with avid lips their ravished blood;
A mottled serpent with a woman ’s face,
The first and last of all its loathly race.
Harvey Wagner Flink (1902-1951)
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