There is shadow under this red rock, And I will show you something different from either. Your shadow at morning striding behind you. Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you.
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
A woman drew her long black hair out tight
and fiddled whisper music on those strings.
And bats with baby faces in the violet light
whistled, and beat their wings,
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall.
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
and voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.O swallow, swallow
these fragments I have shored against my ruins.
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