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 . . .