The lord of the center
Never hurries. He rides
A turtle.
The regent of the west
Knows everything. He carries
A noose.
The regent of the east
Is the god to whom gods pray. He rides
An elephant.
The regent of the north
Is rich. Three of his four hands
Are empty.
The regent of the south
Is death. He smiles and carries
A broken staff.
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