PATHOS! Buffeted by wind, pelted by rain, Mad Dog flies on alone. He beats his wings Against the thinness of the air, as pain Twists at his tendons, squeezes at his lungs. At last, he banks his wings; he lets his tail drop; He stalls out in mid-air, gives up the chase. The others fade into the light of Hale-Bopp And disappear into the mists of space