so with dogs, among dogs i die amok with woof to the haunted seizure; leisure all made cavern into a sensible season: death prides the music! death prides the music! nothing else matters to be deemed a quench of some formidable leech.*

if i knew
the least
as was abel
but a wheat
shaft
decapitated;
the wind
lost a door
under which
it could
whisper:
                                                                  well d’uh                     i.