Wolfpack – Syd Barret

diamonds and clubs, light misted fog, the dead
waving us back in formation,
the pack in formation
bowling they bat as a group
and the leader is seen – so early…
the pack on their backs, the fighters
through misty the waving – the pack in formation
far reaching waves
on sight, shone right
I lay as if in surround…
all enmeshing, hovering…
the milder I gaze
all the animals laying trail
beyond the far winds
mild the reflecting electricity eyes…
tears, the life that was ours

Lyric Wolfpack – Syd Barret