Tight green youth gives way to age
The very beginnings of autumn
Are opening up throughout my body

The winter wind makes my peering eyes bleak
But under ***** of skin they hold strong

They hold off the fall

Taut vocal chords begin to loosen up,
Growth is over. The plateaued body, now
Only weathers and wanes.

I still believe in scarring muscle tissue
And the marvelous plasticity of the brain.
I know
Our love has streaks of green the whole way.

So bask in nutrition,
And love to maintain.

But I know it is right,
That black Death sidles its way between me
I don't know if it's good
And I don't know when I'll die
But that's the way it goes,
And I think it must be right.