I think that's formally the end of the mortality section.
And to signal that, these are two very short poems.
This is for anybody who enjoys Lewis Carroll: "Wonderland."
"She said her name was Alice, that she'd
studied with the geisha in Japan,
and was trained and able in a thousand
ways of pleasuring a man.
We'd share some shots of whiskey, her favorite brand,
Black Label.
Then she'd knock them back, and drink me under the table."