MARILYN'S SOLILOQUY

Idiots of living time signify nothing.

They merely paint my fall of hair,

mold my shapely legs to tempt

fools who’d be my familiars.

Time now to undo my estate

of lechers creeping in petty pace

to grasp, fondle, possess

a thousand recorded images

of my charmed, night-shrieking life.

I then was but a walking shadow,

my champagne flavored by fear.

My senses cooled, my candle out,

forty-nine years since flesh

met numbed and sodden death,

I have forgotten the taste of glamour,

and am alive in bloodless dignity-

safe from clamorous bells,

the fury of fame, needing you. 

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,

to the last syllable of recorded time,

players will rouse and stir to shadows

of Marilyn, who briefly strutted upon a stage.

     Macbeth, Act v,scene v