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.