after Emily Dickinson

 
One need not be a hollow–to lie vacant–
One need not be a Cavity–
The Soul–is Fickle beyond
Melt Waters’ Trace–
 
Far better, of a Morning–finding
Twisted Bone–
Than Self–misplaced–
That inaudible–Moan–
 
Far safer, in Dark Room–gasping–
Shadowed Figure grab hold–
Than body empty–Something creep–
In artery cold–
 
Memory–unclaimed Memory–Condensed–
Must rattle–most–
Derision spit–by dearest friend–
Be Terror’s least–
 
The Wise–builds a Wall–
She muffles her cries,
Unregarding Secret Horrors
Pressed close–