Funeral in the brain
Emily Dickinson

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading- till it saamed
That sens was breaking through

And when thay all were seated,
A service, like a Drum
Kept beating – beating till I thought
My Mind was going numb

And then I heard them lift a Box
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
And creak across my soul .
Then Space – began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Roce
Wretched, solitary,here

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing – then .