Seven samurai stand
Holding umbrellas against
The slanting rain to which
They oppose their bodies.
Six basilisks glide
Holding begging bowls
Whoever approaches them
Turns to stone.
Five arguments wait
For deployment
Shaking dice,
Tunelessly whistling.
Four dowagers climb
On each other
Intending
To reach the sky.
Three bezoars offer
To cure diseases
No one's had
For centuries.
Two unicorns fight
Over a virgin
Who, long ago,
Ran off with a centaur.
On a lightless street a tired shadow
Falls asleep leaning on a wall
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