Stopping for Death

Updated: Aug 15, 2021

Soil turns in its sleep

on the pitted mound.

Eye’s negatives: white

hole, blackened sun.

Death’s carriage

passes with a silent

click. Passenger’s

head erect, visage

straight: firmament

of gold. Path wavers

near the milky woods,

hurtles downhill

to the hidden vale.

Eternity crouches

in a sea of leaves,

shudders at the sound

of horses’ hooves.

Passenger counts

her poetic charms,

disembarks

a few feet shy

of immortality.



Inspired by Emily DIckinson's "Because I could not stop for Death" (479)


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