“At least look good before you die,”
says the world to its kinsmen.
“We have here no lasting kingdom.”
You stand above your grave, coward!
Hold your mouth and nose and die!
We’ll see who’ll live still, you or I.
Death and hades have been defanged,
and I won’t fight tooth and nail
to adorn looks and health that fail.
Come immortality, dress me!
Don’t suffer my hands to droop!
I have a wedding to go to.