Howling the pack in formation appears

diamonds and clubs, light misted fog, the dead

waving us back in formation,

the pack in formation

bowling they bat as a group

and the leader is seen - so early...

the pack on their backs, the fighters

through misty the waving - the pack in formation

far reaching waves

on sight, shone right

I lay as if in surround...

all enmeshing, hovering...

the milder I gaze

all the animals laying trail

beyond the far winds

mild the reflecting electricity eyes...

tears, the life that was ours

grows sharper and stronger away and beyond

short wheeling - fresh spring

gripped with blanched bones - moaned

magnesium, proverbs and sobs...

howling the pack in formation appears

diamonds and clubs, light misted fog, the dead

waving us back in formation,

the pack in formation...