Your Funeral, After Emily Dickinson's "I felt a Funeral, in my Brain..."

Your Funeral

After Emily Dickinson

I saw the Funeral, in Your Eyes,
And felt it cold, in my Soul.
After you died - I mourned you -
For your artful mind was now coal.

After you died to me -
With your Brightest mind gone,
I saw a cry - in my mind -
And strewn your Keen ashes.

You emerged all white - I Found you -
And with your pale ears undeterred -
Against your Knowing head - Tact gone -
In Solitude and fall - they Heard.

The smoke of Anger and denial -
Poured from your Soul - Blinding my eye -
And Reason left you - as I said -
“The Funeral was not mine to die.”

But true Divine - I felt - you felt -
And your eyes bore - holes in my Pew -
And you fell down, and down -
As I watched and knew - all that you knew -