(from Emily Dickinson’s I Felt A Funeral, In My Brain) 
 
o Death  
o Death 
i shall arrive, sweet by and by 
ramblin’ jack–hare trails stretched  
all the way back to Singularity 
 
draped, diffused, in earth/void 
where Time in her eternal return  
wraps around us 
signs and syllables. symbols. from 
jack–hare rabbit trails to habit- 
-trailing: hangin’ loose the whole me  
in grace.  o Death 
o Death. i am  
stumbling across the mourners 
breakin’ sense/reason, birthed into brightness  
 
my death will bear witness to  
the whole universe groaning  
under its matter 
then 
hallelujah, goin’ make  
a joyous sound 
 
o Death, o Death 
i shall arrive sweet, by and by 
ramblin’ testament  
to breath and wonder, Death 
where conscience, like a drum  
beats to un–static its bruise- 
-ed bug-eyed and wide 
all-hearing ears  
(creak, Death, across my soul) to  
troll the emptiness. o Death 
o Death. i saw the end,  
saw my empty-body space toll 
with dis-accomplishment  
the brightness gleaming out  
the lonely occupation, un-pure  
mumbling and shaking 
scratching in darkness 
till i was born  
till i   was born 
till i      was born