Oh, will you say I'm old
You ferocious body?
Inside this cruel winter's digits
How did you hide your fever?
Hiss like black wasps
Above the crest
Of thighs slumbering half-shut
Your white wide-open eyes
Hiss like black wasps
I couldn't shake
The sense we were just circumstance
I couldn't shake
The ashes from your cigarette
Oh, will you say I'm old
With a weakling's fever?
Oh, will you say I'm old?