In the end / the dead parade:
Harnessed one behind the other like a string
of perch & in his book the bat-winged scribbler enters
their names / to be or not / honored by the host . . . & those left to rot
are devoured by the beasts Goya has set upon them & one owl he’s kept
for himself as monitor & a hawk to mock the angels that will or will not
arrive in heaven . . . & the monster dog he’s freed to regurgitate what
has become of the lives that were & are no longer . . .