He lies near the stinking pond br filled with guts and blood; br all around him-devastation and death. br Himself a half-carcass, br his thighs and testes smashed br by Bhima's illegitimate blow, br broken in several places, br left to die, br his twisted face lights up again br at the macabre apparition- br Ashwatthama. br And as this angel of death br narrates the tale of the final br slaughter-how he stole into br the Pandava tents after dusk br putting to the sword br every man, woman and child, br Duryodhana's smashed, bleeding, br mouth-wound replies: br "Good, good, good.