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 bough 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...