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"Sing now the facile song of death"

—Salome lies remotely dead under the weight of livid-shadowed spears

—Salome lies remotely dead and the thin rind of her smile hallows nothing

innate among the looming rocks her smile belied among the looming rocks shadows among shadows compose themselves in staggering procession

—let the livid shadows of spears moulder her smile with suave denials —let the shadow of spears pin her body to earth

let the shadows of rocks and of spears crush her to earth