(After Dickinson)
I stepped into – God’s World – today – It fully to – Explore His Landscaping was – Total His Seasons were – the Four I saw – an Isle – of Fantasy – Was floating down – the Street A place where burning – Bodies – came When Minds – had failed – to meet Then flames across the lane inspired A corpse but – lately – made – To rise and spread and rain upon – America – the Great And in the Yard – a hairless Man – Heard there – had been – a Call Looked up into the Awful Sky And felt – Creation – Fall –