Beat Woman Runs With Wolves. One thing I have always loved about Beat writers is the lyrical language. On the page, de Prima does not come across as lyrical, but fragmented and choppy. The poem is packed with symbolic significance, obvious enough to know that it is meant to be symbolic and obscure enough to be annoying. This may be because of my preference that poetry be readily accessible in all my left-brained-ness. The Kali section was the strongest and that did not come until the end -- necklaces of human skulls always make things more interesting.