Because I could not stop for Death by Emily Dickinson

Because I couldn’t
stop
he kindly stopped
for me
good for thee
carriage
slowly driving
my labor and leisure
his civility

passing
by children
recession
ring around
the rose-garden
fields of grazing
and sun-setting

he
rather drove
by this time
the dew to silent
too gossimer
he was tepid
didn’t
like
the consequence

of his benz
so
he just
drove
by this
time
letting
the children
mind their own
business
he
got
his

fuck the world
wow
man
that’s some
damn benz