Snow came to us then, and I was content to die
under queer clouds that burned over the fort.
The spades seemed to multiply, leaning everywhere:

against fences and coops, even against pews,
and their handles were as long and terrifying
as the whoops we sometimes took for tribal men,

but they were nothing, just shapes in the sassafras trees.
Such strange visions appeared during my delirium,
beach demons with