Skulls ramble
Wolves wag their tails when they hear the familiar voice.
Scratch, Scratch— dried leaves on marble
Sound of tears...
The specter weeps? below?
Little Bo-Peep will find his sheep
A carcass now, after the wolves have done with it.
Do skulls laugh too?
Yesterday was again a Sunday
They found him beneath the marble.

He must have let his wolves loose upon himself.