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felt on the back of the neck,
the thing under reason and thought,

when out of the smoke of your dreaming,
out of the harbor of blood,
out of the ninth moon's drowning,

the dead rise are rising
have risen and speak
in the language of sparrow and drum.

And oh may the gods
believe in my telling,
in the dream I recount,

and may the long dead listen
in the wind-drowned lands
in the dust's generation

as I tell you the seventh
of seven visions,
the song of the dragon's wing.

III

First there was eye,
then night, then immutable north,
then the smell of the springbok
over the launched horizon,

and then I was walking,
over a dying plain

littered with rock
and immaculate bone.

Ahead in a cavern
of dazzled sunlight,

on the sunstruck and burnished
edge of the world,

the dragons, dark jewels,
a flicker of ebony wings,

a frenzy of beetles
feasting on carrion,

and I cannot tell you
in memory's dream,