press, pour, drown and hang dry spirit once lived fat in every good oh, but for the love of money glory to machine for its cold tyranny he tires not from sucking marrow straw snake's warm throat spread wide for the whole of the rabbit's foot that is man mouth to tail, mouth to tail, mouth to endless tale oh, but for the love: of marrow, of money, of meat. spirit pressed from good and good, from man who are we now but marrow and machine