All the huskies are eaten. There is no space 
left in the diary, And the beads of quick 
words scatter over his spouse's sepia-shaded face 
adding the date in question like a mole to her lovely cheek. 
Next, the snapshot of his sister. He doesn't spare his kin: 
what's been reached is the highest possible latitude! 
And, like the silk stocking of a burlesque half-nude 
queen, it climbs up his thigh: gangrene.