I FELT A FUNERAL IN MY BRAINBy Emily DickinsonI felt a funeral in my brain,And mourners, to and fro,Kept treading, treading, till it seemedThat sense was breaking through.

And when they all were seated,A service like a drumKept beating, beating, till I thoughtMy mind was going numb.

And then I heard them lift a box,And creak across my soulWith those same boots of lead, again.

Then space began to tollAs all the heavens were a bell,And Being but an ear,And I and silence some strange race,Wrecked, solitary, here.

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