The demon in me's not dead, br He's living, and well. br In the body as in a hold, br In the self as in a cell. br The world is but walls. br The exit's the axe. br ("All the world's a stage," br The actor prates.) br And that hobbling buffoon br Is no joker; br In the body as in glory, br In the body as in a toga. br May you live forever! br Cherish your life, br Only poets in bone br Are as in a lie. br No, my eloquent brothers, br We'll not have much fun, br In the body as with Father's br Dressing-gown on. br We deserve something better. br We wilt in the warm. br In the body as in a byre. br In the self as in a cauldron. br Marvels that perish br We don't collect. br In the body as in a marsh, br In the body as in a crypt. br In the body as in furthest br Exile. It blights. br In the body as in a secret, br In the body as in the vice br Of an iron mask.