Emily Dickinson Gives Me Advice
Men can be Crooked -- Mean --
Drive you into warped Seclusion --
And I would like to say -- they can Change --
But in the Aggregate --
It's John Q. Public who
Can't hear Anyone Else crying --
Only the regular Drum Beat
Of his own Guarded Heart --
He is not Waiting -- as We Do --
For the Final Gentleman to Call -- All
Clad in Black -- horse and hack Steaming --
He does not Hear -- the Lid Slide back
Or the hungry Murmur -- under Earth --
