by Robert Nelson
With the red bewitchment of the moon canines collect
And feast and howl o'er carrion and orts and bones
In green and putrid grots that echo shrill sea-moans;
And huge and hoary plantigrades on crags most high,
Hearing the maddened carnal ravings of the hounds,
Huddle together on the topmost frozen mounds
To hurl immense boulders on them until all die.
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