From Hello, I Must Be Going”:
. . . when it was time for her to go, she didn’t grumble;
she just left. And I, who shared her indifference
to any hope for an afterlife yet feared I might start shouting
for a confessor when my own time comes, I said to myself,
yes, that’s it, that’s what you do. I said to myself,
this is the real knowledge: that there’s no knowledge.