A SONG TO THE MOCHE

In gold the Lords of Sipan slept,

in silver the Lord of Ucupe.

The years made hills of their pyramids,

the years brought down their towns.

In gold the Lords of Sipan slept,

in silver the Lord of Ucupe.

Empires rose and fell,

and from afar came death and ruin.

In gold the Lords of Sipan slept,

in silver the Lord of Ucupe.

But in death and decay lay those

who sacrifice bound to the dreaming Lords.

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