poem, poetry, death, America,Poem poetry Emily Dickinson,

ONE

was introduced to death
by a Ms E Dickinson

late of Amherst, New England,
a word mistress of sorts

somewhat
impure in speech

not privy to her
standing however
     I do remain clueless
in terms of her value
as per
   stocks
        and bonds

and with Lord, who does
all such measure
down to the last
grain
be it gold, salt
or sand

and after
breaking the ice, whose
depth almost glacial,
formally, with decorum
as only this miss
shapeshifter can

death and I spoke ghost,
conversed
in plain Indian

so many tongues and indeed
histories of
this place, all places

sweet in sad sublimity,
rolled into one