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...