Life Song

I sucked the marrow out of the bone of life

And make it whistle for me the song of my death;

And my death shall lead my life like a mother goose.


I begin now at 45,

Let loose my tongue,

And hurl my words at the world.


Through the folly of my fallen body and failing health,

I lie because I can, and believe in nothing for nothing’s sake;

And I perfume my breath so that sweetness may mask my death.

© shywolf 2020
critique and comments welcome.
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