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.